The colors of the Canna are very fall. |
Thinking of my own personal harvest, this week I completed my last read-through of my book, Women
Writers Buried in Virginia that comes out on November 15, 2021. This is my
last chance to change any content. After this, I can only fix typos. It’s stressful
because I want to get everything as right as possible. I don’t want to
misrepresent anyone or any place. It’s scary and exciting. Overall, I’m very
proud of being able to share these women’s stories. I’m also proud of myself
for focusing on the kind of scholarship that I have wanted to focus on for some
time now. Pumpkin People!
It should be easy—cemeteries
are an important part of our history; yet, people still put them in the spooky
Halloween season, which perpetuates the myth that they’re scary places to frequent.
They’re not and discussing them should not have one’s colleagues questioning
one’s research interests… but that actually happened last week. After a
conversation, a colleague actually told me that they now saw me as someone with
more depth than just cemeteries, spooky things, and goth. I can roll my
eyes and go on with my work-life because I have the privilege of being tenured
and a full professor but it is still incredibly annoying. I am held to the same
standards of teaching, scholarship, and service as my peers. Why
can’t I just be myself and enjoy who I am without the passive aggressive
criticism?Giant pumpkin vine without any pumpkins
Black Coral Elephant Ears |
One of the woman writers featured in my forthcoming book, Julia Magruder, who was a novelist who wrote for popular magazines such as Lippincott’s Magazine and the Ladies' Home Journal, wrote essays that addressed serious social issues, such as child labor laws and the changing roles of women. In 1907, she also became the first American woman to be awarded the “Order of the Palms” by the French Academie, conferred on those distinguished in the literary world.
She said, “Most of us are so afraid to enjoy ourselves in our way” (The Star Press Muncie, Indiana, Jun 24, 1907, 2). Ain’t that the truth!