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Virginia Center for the Creative Arts

December 23, 2013June 19, 2018

My first residency.

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Last year me made a felt advent calendar for Silas! #craftymom
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I loved this book (Reservoir 13 by Jon McGregor) more than I can say. Gorgeous prose and totally compelling, while at the same time glacially slow and quiet. It’s about life in a small English village in the years following the disappearance of a teenage girl. Here’s an excerpt: “In the beech wood the foxes gave birth, earthed down in the dark and wet with pain, the blind cubs pressing against their mothers for warmth. The dog foxes went out fetching food. The primroses yellowed up in the woods and along the road. The reservoirs were a gleaming silver-gray, scuffed by the wind and lapping against the breakwater shores. In the evening a single runner came silently down the moor, steady and white against the darkening hill. Gordon Jackson drove back from a stock sale and saw a man by the side of the road, his arm held out as though asking for help. . . . He stopped and asked if the man needed a lift. The man looked at Gordon and didn’t speak. At the parish council there were more apologies recorded than there were people in the room, and Brian Fletcher was minded to adjourn. But a decision needed reaching on the proposed public conveniences, so they went ahead. There were hard winds in the evenings and the streetlights shook in the square. Late in the month Miss Carter brought her class to the Jacksons’ farm for the lambing.” #amreading #bookstagram
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