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bread loaf writers conference

Bread Loaf Writers’ Conference

The same day as my second child Hazel’s birth (May 24th!), I received word in the mail that I was selected as a contributor in non-fiction to the 2015 Bread Loaf Writers’ Conference at Middlebury College in Vermont. This is a big deal for me as an “emerging” writer and also a challenge: it is expensive to attend this conference.

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Before Hazel came, my partner Kristin and I decided that I would take a full 8 weeks of unpaid parental leave from my job. We planned for it, but we knew it would be close financially. Now the opportunity to attend Bread Loaf has come along. I may not get this chance again since it is hard to get accepted into the conference. I consider myself very lucky but also know that I put in the work to make it this far.

The total amount to attend the 10-day conference (costs for travel, room, board, and tuition) is $3,500. It is steep, yes, but not unthinkable and I am halfway there with a couple of weeks to go. The conference runs from August 12 to August 22. We have time to do this!

What I would get at Bread Loaf is access to editors and literary agents – one-on-one – plus workshops, readings, and networking with established writers. If I’m going to advance as a writer myself, I need to take this opportunity. When I look at the bios of many of the writers I admire, Bread Loaf is almost always listed prominently.

Here is my plea: help me attend this conference! This is not rewards based crowd funding, but everyone that contributes will get something in the mail from me.

I have set the funding deadline for July 1st when payment and a manuscript is due. Anything helps, even just a dollar and a shout out on social media. Here is the link again: http://www.gofundme.com/tracetobreadloaf

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the urban wheelbarrow

The urban wheelbarrow

So here we are here, back to the city, back to the highway noise and police sirens and curbside trash pickup. What do we do now? For starters, how about dig up a piece of the yard for the new garlic bed?

You might recall this year’s garlic harvest, back before the move to the city, and how much we were able to grow. We are still sitting on a mound of bulbs and giving it away by the bag full. Before giving any away we were careful to sort out several pounds of seed garlic.

We actually started the basis for the garlic bed a few months ago, putting the full force of seven chickens to work and getting the grass nibbled down and depositing a nice layer of manure. Add to that a nice layer of leaves to keep the soil moist for digging, measure and mark the bed, and we are ready for the heavy lifting.

The bed prep was pretty standard – broadfork the row, put down a layer of leaves and compost, add a sprinkle of worm castings then dig out the pathways. The soil from the pathways gets thrown up on top of the leaf layer.

That soil is chopped up finely with the leaves and the compost and the worm castings. Rake that out flat, add another layer of leaves and you are ready to plant.

We are fortunate to have an abundance of leaves. When I saw people raking up their leaves in the neighborhood, I sent a message to the neighborhood asking for their leaves. I set up a corral by our driveway so folks could just bring over their bags and bins and such and just dump everything into a big pile.

But let me back up a second… When we moved here, there were three giant waste receptacles waiting for us. One blue for recycling, one green for trash and one brown for “yard waste”. We immediately knew that we would never set that last one out by the road just for the simple fact that our yard does not generate waste. We also knew that we would be out seeking other people’s yard waste bins and dumping the contents into our yard.

The concept is baffling – putting your leaves and sticks and grass clippings in this bin and having the city haul it away to who knows where. The only waste in this scenario is this bin and its associations. With all the front yard gardens in this neighborhood, surely we could keep at least some of our beautiful little nuggets of carbon snuggled within the same yards?

Well, we have this bin. May as well use it, right? It is a perfect little urban wheelbarrow (even though we already have a wheelbarrow). But this one is upright, has a lid, let’s you throw the leaves and grass together to get some nice heating up and breaking down going on before applying to garden beds as mulch.

And you can store this mulch and basically let it compost until you need it again.

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2 Responses to The urban wheelbarrow

  1. colleen says:

    Looks like y’all will be eatin’ bamboo shoots in the spring – watch out fer that stuff. make’s good screening though.

  2. K. is looking gorgeous! I must admit, I’m interested to here your urban ramblings since that’s where my space is. This one is close to my heart as I rage (in small ways) against why people have so much waste pretty regularly. Take care!

urban predation

Urban predation

In almost three years of living in the country with chickens, we had minimal problems with predation. We lost one rooster to a hawk, one turkey to a black snake; that is all I can remember. Contrast that with a few weeks in the city – we lost two chickens in two consecutive nights.

In doing some research I found that the two nights were probably different predators. The first chicken I found had its abdomen chewed open and all the entrails were gone.  Looking into the aspects of the kill, it looks to be the work of a possum – “One or two birds killed; mauled, abdomen eaten.” The body was right by the fence. Curiously, the next day’s egg was not eaten and remained intact in  the body.

Last night we woke up to the hens going on and on with a sustained amount of squawking. I wasn’t much interested in going out there since they sqwauk every damn night, but something seemed a bit different this time. Kristin was also persistent. I tried to get 80 to help me out, but she was too busy sleeping on the couch. When I got out to the coop, part of the door covering was ripped. The chickens were huddled in a corner of the coop, off the roosts. A quick count showed one was missing.

There was no sign of the body, a small clump of feathers right by the door, and part of the fence was down. Again, going to the Internet – “One or more birds dead / missing; no more than one removed; pile of feathers” – it appears to be the work of a fox.

While our coop is not pretty enough to be on the Durham tour of chicken homes, Kristin is reinforcing the door today and hopefully making the coop a decent and dependable fortress. There is no doubt that these critters will come back.

 

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About Trace

Trace lives in Durham, NC with his partner Kristin. They were joined by baby Tennessee Lynn in April 2012.
Trace is not a talker. Trace also thinks it is a little weird to talk about himself in the third person.

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