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Rediscovering Home: A Conversation with DW McKinney

An interview with Shenandoah Literary for its blog, The Peak

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My great-grandmother passed away this weekend. She was our family's beloved. There was no one like her. If there ever was a pure spirit, a pure heart, it was her. I wish everyone could've known her, so I'm sharing a bit of her now.
Reading for the next few days. WHAT DOESN'T KILL YOU MAKES YOU BLACKER by Damon Young.
Nursery today. As I was moving around the Peruvian tobacco plants (an invasive that we may have to destroy), I intentionally took a route that cut under the oscillating sprinkler because the water spray hitting my back was delighting me. It also reminded me of the afternoons when I would listen to the water from my grandfather's oscillating sprinkler splash across the leaves in my grandparents' fruit trees. As my sense of belonging takes deeper root, I can also sense how much more this place feels like a second home.
Had a watermelon break at the nursery today. M plucked up one of the melons from a patch she tends at the nursery and chopped it up for us. It was especially nice since I grew miles of vines but no watermelons in my own garden this year.
Feeling powerful pre-interview.
Posting this as a reminder to myself to be loud and stay loud. One of my goals at the start of 2021 was "attend 3 guest speaker events." I started tweaking that goal throughout the year because I was afraid I wouldn't meet it. Qualified it. Added caveats. But all that wasn't needed. Tomorrow will be the last step to reach the finish line. Next Monday, I will exceed it.

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My great-grandmother passed away this weekend. She was our family's beloved. There was no one like her. If there ever was a pure spirit, a pure heart, it was her. I wish everyone could've known her, so I'm sharing a bit of her now.
Reading for the next few days. WHAT DOESN'T KILL YOU MAKES YOU BLACKER by Damon Young.
Nursery today. As I was moving around the Peruvian tobacco plants (an invasive that we may have to destroy), I intentionally took a route that cut under the oscillating sprinkler because the water spray hitting my back was delighting me. It also reminded me of the afternoons when I would listen to the water from my grandfather's oscillating sprinkler splash across the leaves in my grandparents' fruit trees. As my sense of belonging takes deeper root, I can also sense how much more this place feels like a second home.
Had a watermelon break at the nursery today. M plucked up one of the melons from a patch she tends at the nursery and chopped it up for us. It was especially nice since I grew miles of vines but no watermelons in my own garden this year.
Feeling powerful pre-interview.
Posting this as a reminder to myself to be loud and stay loud. One of my goals at the start of 2021 was "attend 3 guest speaker events." I started tweaking that goal throughout the year because I was afraid I wouldn't meet it. Qualified it. Added caveats. But all that wasn't needed. Tomorrow will be the last step to reach the finish line. Next Monday, I will exceed it.

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