Reading & Roundtable Discussion: Proud To Be, Writing By American Warriors
Join me for a live Zoom reading and roundtable discussion with the authors showcased in Proud To Be, Vol 13, Thursday, January 23 @ 4:30PM Pacific Time | 6:30PM Central!
Kresha Warnock
Piano Lesson
“In Mary Oliver’s “Music Lessons,” the piano teacher exchanges places with the student. As her fingers hit the keys, “Sound became music, and music a white / scarp for the listener to climb / alone…..”
My Father – A Song
Memories of my father drift and ebb like the movements of the Seine: my childhood with him, the way he glowed when his favorite song played on the radio, and stories he told me of his time in France during World War II…
Searching for Cranberries in February
In this piece of flash nonfiction, I draw upon the complexities of searching for berries out of season, and how this simple task can become a part of a mother’s love and desire to soothe the yearnings of her pregnant daughter, as well as the grandchild within her womb.
Crime Scene
In this essay, I explore the feeling of walking into a crime scene—one which has a deep, personal connection, as this is in the parish hall of our church, where my husband serves as Vicar.
Fading Roses
In this piece of flash nonfiction, I reflect on the cycles of life, both in the natural world and through the loss of a dear one’s mother.
The Ballad of My Cousin
Although my cousin, “Zoey” died almost sixty years ago and I had often wondered what our lives would have been like had she lived, writing this essay helped me process the terrible loss that overshadowed the lives of so many.
Dylan at Newport
My experience of youth, and being in the audience watching Bob Dylan live in the summer of 1963 as he was introduced by Joan Baez. A moment in music history, forever imprinted on my memories…
In the Bleak Midwinter
I love the relatively mild Pacific Northwest winters. But I couldn’t let on to my mother that I missed my Seattle home as much as she thought I would. Life happens and who wants to be judged for their life choices?
Travelling Through Fabric Stores
Entering a fabric store is like going into a small town art gallery: most of the offerings will not please your eye, but occasionally you will see a painting you could hang in your home, exhibiting enough gentle nuance, the use of color and skillful brush strokes that you think it is beautiful…