Resource Roundup #57
For the week of December 1st.
A note: I dropped the ball last week and never posted the resource roundup. My apologies, and this week’s edition is free for all to make up for it!
Y’all, this week I learned that there are a whole 16 of you out there for whom we are the #1 podcast! And that thanks to you, we’re in the top 10% most globally shared podcasts! What!!??!!! We love you. Seriously. Thank you for bearing with our mediocre audio and listening to me ramble on about rurality, empathy, art, and community. We’ll be breaking for the holidays soon for the podcast, and I can’t wait to show you what we have up our sleeve for the new year.
Speaking of the podcast, we dropped a new episode this week with Virginia folk trio Palmyra. I feel like I say this every time, but this might be my favorite episode yet. A wonderful and very talented group of humans.
For the more visually inclined, you can find the full transcript of the episode here.
Palmyra also has a new song out today, Medicine, which I cannot stop listening to.
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More music— this one stopped me in my tracks. There’s just so much talent in the world it blows my mind sometimes!
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Oh, I know quite a few trust fund cowboys… That Fleetwood Mac line!
Of course, I couldn’t Fleetwood Mac without noting the passing of Christie McVie. My mother and I went to see Fleetwood Mac back on Halloween of 2015 and it was by far the best concert I have ever been to. I enjoyed this piece about the friendship between Christie and Stevie.
I honestly had no interest in seeing Bones and All until I read this review and learned about the film’s use of landscape, specifically that of Appalachia and the Midwest. So yes, I will now be watching it. Stay tuned.
Mary Oliver, always. Yes. It is a serious thing. And a beautiful one.
This is how I will be all weekend now that I’ve turned in my last paper of the semester. Nobody text me. Nobody need me.
Loss can be a gift as much as a memory. Everything must bloom from somewhere.
I love this photo series in Scalawag of Mississippi’s 66th Choctaw Indian princess. So much joy in these images.
Striving to open doors, always:
