Tuesday, December 16, 2014

vermont public radio

Peeps: I was interviewed on Vermont Public Radio this morning about Contemporary Vermont Fiction. Mitch Wertlieb asked the most thoughtful questions, which made my job easy. You can listen and/or read the story here. I got to talk about Wallace Stegner, and Peter Gould's fabulous story, and my badass mama.


Also, I believe this is now the 9th time I've been interviewed on public radio. Which is utterly crazy, considering I'm a stay at home mom and far from famous and terrified every time it happens and reluctant to listen to my own voice coming through the car speakers (thank goodness for distracting children). But I will say this: I spent many hours as a child walking in the woods behind my house pretending I was being interviewed on NPR.  Which makes me strangely happy for that child and her (weird) dreams, and grateful for these woods, which have seen and sheltered and heard it all.

Enjoy if you happen to listen!

Saturday, December 6, 2014

lake people

Snow and freezing rain today but the light is—still—lovely, and the chickadees are at my feeder.

My resolution has come early, too; it's to throw myself back into writing and reading (as opposed to editing and coordinating). I'm starting here, with Abi Maxwell's (so far) beautiful novel, Lake People. Set in a fictional town in rural New Hampshire...families, lakes, secrets. How could I not want to venture between those pages? 

Happy reading, baking, lazing to you all...

R



Monday, December 1, 2014

the light of winter


I feel a bit like a wind blown leaf these days. I've been busy of late. Too busy. As grateful as I am that Contemporary Vermont Fiction is in the world, there's a part of me that just wants to sit in this corner of my living room and feel the snow-reflected light fall on my face.

And drink a cup of tea.

And rest my socked feet on the wood stove.

This is the place I feel at home.

Isn't the light of December lovely?

xx
R

(And because I can't fully let the ghost go, if you're looking to buy a copy of the book, you're welcome to send a check directly to me and I'll send a signed one your way--with love.)


Wednesday, November 26, 2014


Sad and infuriating news from Ferguson. Let it snow...

Friday, November 21, 2014

Taproot : Bread

So pleased to have a short piece about my grandmother's (and mother's) bread in the new issue of Taproot, and looking forward to trying the bread recipes therein!



Monday, November 17, 2014

Snow and

Radio silence!

Because...

I was busting my ass trying to get this book to the printers, and then this book launched, and then this book funded. But it is here, folks. And, if I do say so myself, it is pretty, and full of good things!

If you want a copy, I hope you'll consider supporting our Indigogo campaign to help support our overhead expenses (licensing, printing & PR), and of course, also get a signed copy sent to your door.

Rick Bass said of the book: "These writings are as rich and dense and hard and lovely as the state itself." I agree.



Merci and enjoy. (And yes, I hope to be back here a little more often, when I'm not busy drinking, knitting, sitting stove-side and roving with my wily children.)

~R

Tuesday, October 7, 2014

Women I Love: H.D.



It's fall in Vermont and I'm hungering for the kind of literary and artistic blasts of inspiration I used to get when heading back to college in Providence each September.

There's also a Lunar Eclipse in Aries unfolding, and according to my new astrological guide (you didn't know this about me, did you? No. Nor did I. But here I am, confessing in public–) it's a time to get one's liberation on. A time to let one's wild child out of the bag. For me this is manifesting as a desire to get back to the female artists whose lives inspire, whose work turns me on, who remind me of a higher calling and a higher form of liberation.

And so I'm going on a little virtual tour, and bringing you along for the ride. There may be more than a few poets in the mix.

C.D. Wright writes: "It is a function of poetry to locate those zones inside us that would be free, and declare them so."
And who is this? This here is H.D., i.e. Hilda Doolittle, who you can read an immense amount about if you follow the link.

To our freedom, in its variant forms, friends.

-R




Friday, October 3, 2014

praying and being cool

The world you see is just a movie in your mind.
Rocks don't see it.
Bless and sit down.
Forgive and forget.
Practice kindness all day to everybody
and you will realize you’re already
in heaven now.
That’s the story.
That’s the message.
Nobody understands it,
nobody listens, they’re
all running around like chickens with heads cut
off. I will try to teach it but it will
be in vain, s’why I’ll
end up in a shack
praying and being
cool and singing
by my woodstove
making pancakes.


-Jack Kerouac


http://www.brainpickings.org/2014/03/12/jack-kerouac-golden-eternity/

Thursday, October 2, 2014

today...







I completed two books this week. Which means I hope to spend a lot more time walking with my camera (and my children). Today...