Some Personal Favorites from RRWC

Writer Mary Bishop, never a shy one, greets me at the conference. I adore Mary.

My good friend Anne Sampson is one of my favorite photographers and herewith I’m going to share photos she took of me over the weekend at the Roanoke Regional Writers Conference. I hope you will indulge me.

My grand old friend Roland Lazenby and I tell some lies.

I just can’t get away from The Word.

I love this shot, although it’s me in a suit, something rare indeed.

I’m reading a message to the students from Director Liz Long, who was out with an illness.

I’ve just introduced my dear friend Mary Ellen Apgar.

Listening to Karen Prior’s response to a question during the Friday forum.

Faces from the Roanoke Regional Writers Conference

Love this shot of my buddy Ran Henry, a teacher and author.

Writer Betsy Ashton has one of those faces.

One of my favorite activities at the annual Roanoke Regional Writers Conference at Hollins University is shooting portraits of the students and teachers as they lean into learning their craft.

We held the conference Friday and Saturday and there was plenty to work with. Here is some of what I saw.

Elisa Palumbo was one of our younger writers.

 

My friend Bill Kovarik and I taught a class together.

Dan Crawford and Mary Bishop make a great pair.

Writer/teacher Ed Falco and his daughter Susan enjoyed each other.

Roland Hatcher has my grandgirl’s haircut.

You gotta love the patch.

Concentration.

Heidi Schmidt has a smile like an airplane landing light.

 

Jim Crawford–like his brother Dan above–has a great face.

This young woman was all concentration.

Hall of Fame reporter Margaret Edds.

Neva Bryan teaching her class.

My friend Rachael Garrity has a great face.

One of the easiest people around to photograph is Rod Belcher.

Susan Geary in black and white.

Hollins Winter Play Fest Sparkles

Simon Adkins (from left), Janemarie Laucella, Taylor Cobb and Ally Thomas.

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.

Anna Holland and Taylor Cobb.

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.

Take a bow, boys and girls.

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.

Writers Conference: Stars on Parade

Photo of Rod BelcherThe 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.

Photo of Karen Swallow Prior

Karen Prior

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.

Getting Ready for the Women’s March

Applejack of Franklin County winding it up and letting it out. Good band.

The Corey women: Jeanette, Sara and Sophie (4) all came equipped with their “pussy hats.”

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).

My pal, Robin Barnhill, talked me into posing with the Blue Wave.

The sign-makers managed to squeeze in new City Councilwoman Trish White-Boyd, but left out Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez.

Nice hat with the bunny tail ears.

Getting ready for the coming crowd at the Women’s March.

Happy Birthday, Sweet Margie

Margie with her birthday meal.

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.

An Unreal Winter Soup for a Snowy Day

Here’s the final product–Mother Smith’s World Famous Winter Soup.

Getting the veggies ready.

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:

  • Simmering in the ham broth.

    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
  • Sage
  • Basil
  • Salt and pepper
  • Fresh rosemary (as a garnish; I picked mine, ice covered, from my back yard plant)

Into the blender to puree.

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.

An Afternoon at the Courts in Southeast

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.

A Little Different Clutter in the Creeks

Near the railroad overpass, lots of plastic bottles and bags about 50 feet from the Roanoke River.

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.

Bags hung in trees.

This section of the river is often clogged with brush, branches and trees, but today it was littered with white plastic bags.

Fishermen tend to leave signs they were there.

Some jerk just threw this bag down in a pond beside the greenway.

This was the only floating debris I found. Imagine it 10X and that’s what’s usually here.