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Connie May Fowler's Blog
July 21, 2009
- I’m a sucker for an inspired speech and President Obama’s address to the NAACP last week knocked me flat. When I thought I could be moved no further, he reduced me to uncommon tears: "I don't come from a lot of wealth. I got into my share of trouble as a kid. My life could easily have taken a turn for the worse. But that mother of mine gave me love; she pushed me, and cared about my ...
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July 13, 2009
- Since beginning my work with the Afghan Women’s Writing Project, I have struggled with various manifestations of disconnection.As I read the E-mails, essays, and poems penned by these wonderful and brave women, news feeds from Afghanistan flash across my computer screen. The offensive in Helmand is the first step in what has become America's second Afghan war . . . A 24-year-old Illinois ...
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June 5, 2009
- It seems to this author that the writing life grows ever more complex, even if you live on the edge of the world in the middle of nowhere, like me. Not too long ago, I resented the chores attached to website design and maintenance, book publicity and tours, interviews and essays, ink-buying and paper jams. These details piled up like cicada skeletons in a Kentucky field and so did my anxiety ...
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June 2, 2009
- Writing Below Sea Level: Full Immersion Workshops for Serious Writers will host its next two conferences this fall in Cedar Key.These three-day gatherings will be even more intimate than the highly successful St. Augustine Project that we hosted last summer. We're running two concurrent workshops, limited to six writers each. I am teaching the fiction workshop and Zilpha Underwood, a newspaper ...
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March 19, 2009
- This blog was orginally posted at http://talk.conniemayfowler.com/ on March 16, 2009. Those of you who have read my memoir, When Katie Wakes, know that the unconditional love of a Labrador/German Shepherd mix named Katie helped see me through the dark days of being a battered woman. On St. Patrick’s Eve—nine years ago today—I lost my dear Katie. She is buried just steps from me, in ...
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