Friday, January 23, 2015

Today's Menu::Munro

I seem to be mightily attentive to my female writing heroes these days.

I can't wait to read "Home" in Munro's new collection, Family Furnishings, which you can read about here.

Or the story where this line lives:

"And such a long time it takes for today to be over. For the long reach of sunlight and stretched shadows to give out and the monumental heat to stir a little, opening sweet cool cracks. Then all of a sudden the stars are out in clusters and the trees are enlarging themselves like clouds, shaking down peace."

Ah, Alice. Happy sunlight, tea, snow....

Thursday, January 22, 2015

Today's Menu:: Ruth Stone

Regarding darkness and light, from one of my favorite poets...

How It Came to Be

a bear who couldn't sleep through the winter
fished the full moon out of a lake
and hung it in her cave.
"There," she said, "in essence,
can there be another like me?"
Echo came back, "Incandescence."
"That's it, bulb," she cried,
"You turn me on!"
And she went right out and got lit.
Edison obtained wind of this
and stole the whole thing,
and that's why it isn't dark any more.

-Ruth Stone

Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Her Story

Here is the back of my great-great-grandmother Frances Gillingham's sketch pad from when she was  sixteen. These sketches are from a few years before she married a gold miner and infamous gambler in a mining town in British Columbia. She took in laundry to support his gambling habit while raising their two girls, Louise (my great-grandmother) and Mae, and died during childbirth with their third. 

In these sketches: her artistry, her solitude, her dreams.

Thursday, January 15, 2015

Today's Menu:: CD Wright

Drinking: black tea. honey. milk.

Reading: this

Nothing to Declare

When I lived here
the zinnias were brilliant,
spring passed in walks.
One winter I wasn't so young.
I rented a house with Anne Grey
where she wrote a book and I could not.
Cold as we were on the mountain
we wouldn't be moved to the plain.
Afternoons with no sun
a blanket is left on the line.
Hearts go bad
like something open on a shelf.
If you came to hear about roosters,
iron beds, cabinets of ruby glass—
those things are long gone;
deepscreen porches and Sunday's buffet.
This was the school
where they taught us
the Russians send their old
to be melted down for candles.
If I had a daughter I'd tell her
Go far, travel lightly.
If I had a son he'd go to war
over my hard body.
Don't tell me it isn't worth the trouble
carrying on campaigns
for the good and the dead.
The ones I would vote for
never run. I want each and every one
to rejoice in the clotheslines
of the colored peoples of the earth.
Try living where you don't have to see
the sun go down.
If the hunter turns his dogs loose
on your dreams
Start early, tell no one
get rid of the scent.

-CD Wright, from Further Adventures with You, Carnegie-Mellon University Press, 1986.

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Today's Menu:: Megan Mayhew Bergman

Reading: Megan Mayhew Bergman's Almost Famous Women

Drinking: Russian Caravan with milk & honey

Thinking: Damn, it's ten degrees out there but the sun is blasting through my southwest facing windows making it a truly balmy 75 at my kitchen table. Add that to the fact that the kids have momentarily been swept up by their grandpa to go plow some driveways and I am sitting at said 75 degree table reading Megan Mayhew Bergman's delicious and titillating and inspiring new collection of stories, and you have a very happy inhabitant of winter. 

Which is not always the case. 

May you all be warmed by such bright things.