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“Thoughtful, provocative, and infused with a kind of joy that’s needed right now.”

Melanie Springer Mock, in Mennonite Life.

Shirley Showalter’s blog presents a “hopelessly Granola Mennonite” specimen, an envelope sent by her husband Stuart, and, well, you should just see it yourself. Of the book, she writes, “Frankly, I wasn’t sure I would like a book with this title, but I found myself admiring the author’s honesty, grit, and determination to craft her own kind of life, connected to family and faith, but not determined by them. The voice is quiet on the surface but fierce underneath. The humor bites your ankles as you recognize both satire and praise song.”

But that’s not all! My dad, who volunteers at Booksavers, tells me that a copy of Martyrs and Chickens has arrived on the shelves. We’ve made it to the used book circuit, now. Buying books used? +3 on the Granola Mennonite scorecard. Used books that support MCC? +5!

What a lovely, warm reception Confessions had at the EMU Writers Read this week! Here’s a write-up in Harrisonburg’s Daily News Record. Maybe Esther Stenson’s lovely book review in the Harrisonburg Citizen drew in the crowd. She writes, “Whether you are Mennonite or not, young or old, a parent or not, you will keep turning the pages because the language, the humor, the wisdom, and the surprises will keep you fascinated throughout.”

Writers Reads

When I was an undergrad at Eastern Mennonite University, the Writers Read series was one of my favorite events. At the time, it included a fancy dinner with tablecloths and the opportunity to hear a real author read. As a professor, I’ve enjoyed the opportunity to invite and visit with various authors, and I absolutely loved getting to have conversations with New York Times bestselling poet Kate Baer and Rachel Yoder, author of Nightbitch. And now…I get to do my own Writers Read to celebrate the release of Martyrs and Chickens: Confessions of a Granola Mennonite. I hope you can join us on April 22!

Writers Read with Kate Baer

Forthcoming!

This spring, from Cascadia Publishing’s DreamSeeker Memoir Series– Martyrs and Chickens: Confessions of a Granola Mennonite. I’m so excited!

All the new photography on this site comes from an author photo shoot with the wonderful Tiffany Showalter in preparation for the new book.

My poor, neglected author blog! Here are a very few highlights from the past decade, available online:

Soft Target, new fiction published in 2023 at “Wrath-bearing Tree”, was inspired by the 2018 story of a school district arming its classrooms with buckets of rocks in case of a school invasion. You can read it as dark and dystopian, or as a sweet story about inclusion. Please know that my own daughters attend a lovely, inclusive, public elementary school where everyone is doing their best to include my daughter with Down syndrome and protect all kids from harm.

A few items in the Center for Mennonite Writing Journal: “Wives Like Us” (2019) inverts the Good Wife passage of Proverbs 31. “Woman Build of Stones: A Mother Tries to Write” (2023) gives a hint about where I’ve been all this time. And while we’re at the CMWJ, I’m not sure I ever posted this issue on Embodiment that I co-edited with the Shenandoah Valley Inkslingers in 2012. That’s not so long ago, is it?

For your patience, here’s a chicken!

Here are a few recent pieces.

  • “Milk.” Book chapter in Mothering Mennonite. Co-editors, Rachel Epp Buller and Kerry Fast. Demeter Press. 2013.
  • Lavish Banquets.The Journal of the Center for Mennonite Writing. May 2012.
  • His Wife.” Short fiction. The Journal of the Center for Mennonite Writing. March 2012.

Literary fowl

The Cresset picked up one of my pieces about the backyard hooligans. It’s from several years back–I read it at EMU and later used it as a summer sermon at Shalom Mennonite. I’m glad it found a home in print.

For the few brave subscribers–I’m clearly not a prolific blog updater these days. It turns out I’m a one-blog kind of woman. Most of my energy is currently going into the Tongue Screws and Testimonies site. Don’t worry, though. I’ll be back.

The book is out! Order it here or buy it from me.

It was bound on Tuesday and arrived on my doorstep Wednesday afternoon.

Just in time for Thursday’s reading!

It was hard to believe that, after all this time, I was holding the book in my hands. I was still terrified that it would be printed backwards and checked it over carefully. It’s beautiful, of course. Herald Press does good work.

This is why you should self-Google every now and then: because no one will call you to tell you that your essay has been selected by Robert Atwan of the Best American series as a “distinguished submission.” A nice little honor for “Selling the Farm,” published last year in Shenandoah.

Best American Essays 2010.

I think this also means that Christopher Hitchens, this year’s editor, read (or at least skimmed) my essay.

The queen must die, we decided this weekend.

Hive #1 has been our best hive for a couple of years. This year, our first year to harvest honey, we took 5 supers off that single hive, a little more than 10 gallons. It’s the towering “beescraper” on the left, below. By mid-July when we harvested, we added yet another deep body to the stack so that the bees wouldn’t swarm for lack of space. We named the queen  Imelda because we imagined that the queen of such a massive bee city would have a lot of shoes in her bee closet. It has been a mega-city, a bee-tropolis. But today, we planned to kill the queen.

Imelda's hive

We’ve been going through the hives lately to make sure they’re adequately prepared for winter, and we found that hive #1 had no eggs or small brood, a sign that the queen had failed. (Eventually, she just runs out of eggs.) Usually, the bees take care of succession themselves, starting a new queen when the old one begins to falter, but it’s too late this season for them to manage, so we planned to pick up a new queen Monday. First, though, we’d have to assassinate Imelda so that her workers would be ready to transfer their allegiance.

I was reluctant to re-queen the hive–I’d much rather let the bees raise one of her daughters since she clearly has good genetics. So we were very pleased to find two frames full of Imelda’s eggs and small brood this afternoon–and Imelda herself, still fat and glowing.

Guess she just got back from summer vacation. No sign of her shoes, though.