My friend Susan shot this on Roanoke City Market today and I like it. I really dig the newsboy hat and the bomber jacket (can’t tell whether it’s black, brown or a truly deep cordovan. Anyhow, it’s pretty.
The Hollins Winter Festival of New Plays is about half over and I got my first opportunity to catch one of the three plays being presented today. It was a dilly/doozle.
The play is Kate Leslie’s “The Love Code,” a high tech dramady that poses ethical questions and raises issues of sexual harassment, cyber bullying and values. This is a modern play with a twist that has the potential to haunt you.
Leslie is a Chicago director, playwright and and teacher who is an MFA candidate at Hollins. Her work is ably directed by Saffron Henke, a core faculty member at Hollins.
The “Love Code” cast is quite good, led by veteran Janemarie Laucella, whose bona fides continue to grow within Roanoke’s acting community. She consistently demonstrates what an actress looks and feels like. She is backed here by Anna Rachel Holland, a Hollins student with a solid resume (including last year’s magical production of “Chicago”), Taylor Cobb, Simon Adkins and Ally Thomas.
I recommend this work in progress–as are all these plays. You’ll get a chance to talk back after the performance and help the writer continue the development of the plays.
The “Love Code” is scheduled again Jan. 25 at 7:30 p.m. and 26th at 2 at the Waldron Stage of Mill Mountain Theatre. The other plays, Ben Jolivet’s “Community Garden” and the adapted “Marvelous Cornelius: The Musical” are also scheduled next weekend (“Garden” Jan. 24 and 26 at 7:30 and “Marvelous” Feb. 2 11 a.m. and 2 p.m.). Tickets are $10.
The 12th Roanoke Regional Writers Conference is less than a week away and once again, we have a lineup that would be the envy of much larger conferences. The conference–Jan. 25 and 26 at Hollins University–will cover a lot of professional writing ground in 17 classes Saturday and sci-fi superstar Rod Belcher’s keynote address Friday, but most important, it will introduce the regions writers to the region’s writers.
Writing is often a solitary venture and the RRWC represents a sort of junior high recess for those most often hunkered down before a white screen, pounding out work on deadline.
The lineup–all of the teachers from our section of Virginia, one of the richest grounds in the U.S. for writing–is dotted with regional and national stars. Perhaps the fastest rising of those stars is Karen Prior, the Liberty University English professor who has become a fixture in the national media, which covers both her life and her writing on a regular basis (currently, the New Yorker Magazine). Karen, who was nearly killed last year in Nashville on a book tour for her most recent release, On Reading Well, has titled her RRWC class “I thought I Understood Virtue Because I Wrote a Book About It. Then I Got Hit By a Bus.” A laugh a minute, that Karen.
We also feature the following among our classes: Mary Bishop on memoir; Ed Falco on fiction; Mary Hill on young adult writing; Bill Kovarik and I teaming on creating a community publication with integrity and pizazz; Liz Long on getting published; and Harry Wilson on writing about politics in a toxic environment. There’s much more and the cost is only $65 for the whole shooting match, including lunch Saturday in the Hollins dining room, which I highly recommend.
You can read more about the conference (including a complete list of teachers and their resumes) here.
I’m afraid I got to the Roanoke Women’s March today before anything of substance–save Applejack playing on stage–was happening. But Applejack is a sparkling three-piece women’s band with big, broad vocals and some instrumental work that is impressive. I hadn’t heard of this band from Franklin County, but now that I have, let me say it’s one of my faves.
Anyhow, there were a few souls there, waiting for a lot more to get out of Women’s March morning meetings and show up for the speeches and the march itself (as well as all those marvy signs).
Because of her work schedule, we’ve had to stretch out the celebration of my Margie’s birthday this week, but she hasn’t seemed to mind. Today is actually the anniversary of her birth, so let’s give a big cheer for Margaret Cates Herring, my sweetie. Yaaaaaaaaaaaaay, Margie!
Because her tastes run toward the simple, I gave Margie the choice of dinner out or dinner in, her pick of menu. She chose steak, baked potato (with about half a pound of butter) and a fresh garden salad. I added a small round of cheese cake. Margie, who’s about as big as one of my legs, eats like a linebacker and loves just about everything, so she was in heaven with the meal.
This one had an inspiration. I joined my friend Bill Elliot at Local Roots (owned by Bill’s wife, Diane) last week and ordered a fascinating-sounding potato-cabbage soup. It was scrumptious with a tiny hint of hot.
So, I thought I’d add a little variety and make my own. Today offered the perfect opportunity with the ground covered in snow and a layer of ice.
Here’s what I needed to get started:
1.5 quarts of ham broth (you can use chicken broth, but you won’t get the richness)
- Half a head of cabbage
- Half a medium sweet onion
- Four medium-sized potatoes (peeled, but keep the peels. They make great French fries)
- Eight ounces of fresh Brussels sprouts
- Salt and pepper
- Fresh rosemary (as a garnish; I picked mine, ice covered, from my back yard plant)
Bring the broth to a boil and turn the heat to medium. Dice all the veggies and put them in the broth. Sprinkle in the spices. Simmer covered tightly for about an hour until the veggies are mushy.
Remove the vegetables from the broth (I poured the broth through a strainer), put them into a blender to puree them. Pour the puree back into the broth and simmer for another 20 minutes.
That’s the whole deal. Simple and easy. And wonderfully tasty.
Hint: Before eating the soup, drink a nice slug of Bean-o. This is gas personified.
Neighborhood basketball–even in the South–is irresistible to a photographer, so I had to turn around and go back to this game in Fallon Park today after I’d past it. Fallon is in Southeast Roanoke and the neighborhood is nicely integrated.
I really like the basketball in black and white because it is reminiscent of what the basic game looked like 50 years ago and today. Same game, same guys, same photos. I like that a lot.
Now, as to the young women who accompany the boys, it seems the fashion has changed somewhat. I mentioned to my grandgirl Madeline that her bluejeans appeared to be a little airy with all the tears, but she was a piker compared to the youngster pictured here.
The last few times I’ve walked or kayaked the confluence of Wolf and Tinker Creeks near Vinton, the big problem was a logjam of trees, brush and various natural piles of brush. Today, the creeks, which empty into the Roanoke River near their confluence, was clear of nature’s mess, but more than made up for it with people’s plastic bags.
I’m one of those strongly in support of banning plastic bags because they often end up in our streams and rivers, looking awful, killing fish and wildlife and living for nearly 100 years.
My guess is that one of the local governments (not sure which one’s in charge here) cleaned up the brush, but whoever did was thorough. Here’s what the creeks looked like just a little while ago today.
My hiking pal Susan and I took our first excursion of the year on New Year’s morning, traversing the trails along the Roanoke River at the Explore Park.
It was stark, soggy from recent rain, a bit chilly and quite lovely for those who took the opportunity to look.
Here’s some of what we saw.
I am sitting at my desk looking at two newish books by women I greatly admire, Karen Swallow Prior and my former sister-in-law, Shirley Raines. Both books are non-fiction and each woman has spent a notable career in education.
Shirley’s book (An Uncommon Journey: Leadership Lessons from a School Teacher Who Became a University President), is one of 15 or so she’s written. It is a memoir of sorts about a West Tennessee farm girl who went on to become president of the University of Memphis (which is about the same size as Virginia Tech, if you need a comparison). She and my brother, Sandy, met in college and married, producing a son (who produced grandkids). They later divorced.
(Note: While president at UM, Shirley, operating without an athletic director, hired Justin Fuentes as football coach. He coaches at Virginia Tech now and was arguably the best football coach in Memphis’ history.)
Shirley’s book is rarely personal, but is, indeed, instructional, getting to her point that she is a woman who took advantage of opportunities, studied, worked, schmoozed and learned how to be the leader everybody else looked (and still looks) up to. It is a solid read for women–and men–seeking inspiration as they move up the professional ladder.
My friend Karen’s latest book, On Reading Well: Finding the Good Life Through Great Books, has been roundly adored by reviewers and a wave of readers who love books–as Karen does. She is a professor of English at Liberty University and perhaps that university’s most admired individual, though hardly its best known (Jerry Falwell Sr. and Jr. would fill that role). Karen’s even-tempered, thoughtful and kind analysis of any situation makes her an intellectual favorite of people on my side of the political fence–one whose philosophy she generally does not share.
Within these 250 or so pages, Karen talks about how great literature helps shape those who read it, “exploring twelve virtues that philosophers and theologians throughout history have identified as most essential for good character and the good life.” The central focus here is obviously of great importance to Karen, who earlier wrote the wonderful Booked: Literature in the Soul of Me, a memoir in books, which she calls “a love story.”
On Reading Well is a book about reading books and if that doesn’t grab you by the ears, then simply open the it to any page and start reading. It’s hard to put down this little jewel, which gives you all the excuses you’ll need for being diverted by whatever book is in your hands at the moment.
Karen, who was hit by a bus in Nashville last year shortly after On Reading Well came out, is one of our teachers this year at the Roanoke Regional Writers Conference. The title of her class: “I Thought I Understood Virtue Because I Wrote a Book About It; Then I Got Hit by a Bus.” Register and get info here.