After my 2003 Spalding MFA graduation, I thought about what each mentor had done for me and my fiction, Back Home in Landing Run.
Roy Hoffman plowed the ground, turned it over, and rearranged the whole garden.
Connie May Fowler added the sunshine, rain, and nutrients.
Robin Lippincott hoed the weeds, and tied the vines to the poles.
Phil Condon helped in harvesting, advised what to pick, what to cull, and where to market.
Monday, June 13, 6 pm
The Louisville Free Public Library is offering an Indie Lou Author Series Event that is held at either the Main Branch, downtown, or the southwest location. It is a no-charge event held on the 2nd and 4th Monday of each month, and is open to Louisville and/or Kentuckiana authors. All proceeds from book sales go to the authors. The event begins at 6 and should end at 7 or 7:30. Parking meters are free after 6 pm. There are spaces outside the library and at the little metered lot off York across from the library.
Usually, this program is for individual authors but our group, The Cherokee Roundtable, has been given permission to set up tables for eleven of us who have published books. We will be in the Centennial Room at the Main Branch at 4th and York on Monday, June 13th. We will each have small introductory remarks. Come out to have an evening of enjoyment with your writer and reader friends at The Cherokee Roundtable.
#SPLove Homecoming 2016 will begin the evening of Wednesday, June 1st and go though Sunday, June 5th. I hope you are making plans to attend!
In the middle of a fabulous book that has been “in my stack of “Must read.” Essay in a small chapter in the book, Cementville, by Paulette Livers
“So many have come back. The dead, the wounded, the incarcerated. The insane. People remark how the blacks are acting odd—and wonder privately whether the riots in the big cities could possibly spread out here, infecting our peace—because the women too are not the same, their quiet natures flavored now with a rare new anger. Then too there are the strangers streaming into town, trying to take all our jobs at the new paper plant. People are fractious.
A man took a walk on the moon the other day, “a giant leap for mankind,” he called it. But we walk around our town like we don’t know the place, as if body snatchers might have snuck in overnight and replaced all of us with replicas. There are black wreaths on too many doors, broad ribbons of yellow plastic around oaks in almost every yard. Come home, come home, the yellow ones say. Go back, say the black ones, go back to where you came from and send my real baby home to me.
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