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Hi all,
Today I am sending out a surprise mid-week Resource Roundup to make up for my absence as of late and to inform about a few exciting things happening this week.
First, join me tomorrow for a virtual poetry writing workshop on shifting perspective and cultivating gratitude. It’s hosted through North Carolina AmeriCorps in honor of National AmeriCorps week, but it’s free and open to the public. We’ll be working with a GOOD FOLK prompt, so I would love to see you there!
6:30PM. Register here.
I also recently had the chance to talk with Chelsea Lin, the winner of this year’s Real Simple essay contest. Our Q&A is out now, and there’s lots of wisdom in there, so I recommend you check it out. I really resonate with her thoughts on empathy and grief.
OK, on to the things not related to me.
I read Megan Mayhew Bergman’s (fellow NC writer!) story for Narrative about lionfish, relationships, salvation, and growing apart. I have been thinking about it ever since.
Love and comfort, found in a truck, via Texas Monthly.
I’ve seen Neema Avashia’s new book, Another Appalachia: Coming Up Queer and Indian in a Mountain Place everywhere, and I can’t wait to read it. Scalawag has a great conversation between Avashia and author Anjali Enjeti about stereotyping and the diverse identities of Appalachia.
I can’t stop watching this TikTok by musician Matt Schuster. Wow. Just wow.
Oh, I want this photo book by Alex Harris SO BAD. Photos of an “American South with all its complexities” this is a book representative of the South I know, love, and love to call home.
All hail the rise of the Appalachian Truffle.
We’re all missing the real love affair of Twilight, and perhaps the reason we all come back to its nostalgia time and time again: the forests. I love this take, via Grist.
Tomorrow is Saint Patrick’s Day. But did you know about the Scots-Irish influence on Appalachia?
Have a great rest of your week, folks. And though it is a day late, I am an English major before anything else, and so: beware the Ides of March.