Come to the beautiful Blue Ridge Mountains of Asheville for 7 days of story-listening & story-telling along with coaching, community & supportive exploration. This 14th annual workshop welcomes all levels of expertise, from beginner to experienced teller. Participants discover ways of being in the world that nurture your creative flow while developing skills to: Find, create, learn, and polish storiesEffectively integrate voice with image,…See More
Patti Callahan, author of the recent novel Becoming Mrs. Lewis, and Don W. King author of Out of My Bone: the Letters of Joy Davidman, A Naked Tree: Love Sonnets to C. S. Lewis, and Yet One More Spring: a Critical Study of Joy Davidman, will co-present on their works about Joy and her husband C.S. Lewis. The event is free and open to the public on April 9, 2019 in Graham Chapel, Gaither Hall, Montreat College.Reception and Book signing to followSee More
I have, just released two Appalachian Novels.OUT OF THE SHADOWS, begins deep in the Appalachian Mountains of in WNC. It is partly a true story about a young man who ran away from home at the age of fifteen. He meets another runaway, and they fall in love.A journey where he faced adversaries, but also success as he walked, hitchhiked, and made his way across the country.GONE LIKE A CANDLE IN THE WIND, is a story of three young people growing up in a farming community in the Appalachian…See More
The Main Show: a story-poem stage presentation(part of Living Poem)Program Notes (A program note reader comes out to read from the program notes.) Reader: Don’t listen, children, and do not hear.(A monster is coming and there’s no escapeWithin this story, and no good way to tell it, Except to gaze at the horror as at a flower,A disaster streaming off extremes it breedsEverywhere and in our minds,…See More
In the 1920's it seemed the whole country was caught up in excitement about films and Hollywood. Asheville and Western North Carolina were well aware of the hoopla of Hollywood. In fact, Hollywood (or at least filmmaking) was already beginning to come to Western NC.I recently stumble across an article from the Jun 6 1926 issue of The Asheville Citizen Times which mentions that Hollywood Pictures Inc, was planning to film just south of Asheville, near Fairview. But....was this really…See More
IntermissionHear audio by clicking mp3 attachment!(Part of poem, "Coalescence") I thought I might take a break at this point to look around,Now that I’m in the business of making things resound.It’s so nice to have the luxury of being carefree. If you stop and sit back and try to take in everything,It stuns you and you can’t focus on anythingUntil something crops up, and what…See More
The Main Show: A Story Poem Cycle(formerly, Coalescence) (part of Living Poem)The Main Show Program Notes (A program note reader comes out to read from the program notes.) Don’t listen, children, and do not hear.(A monster is coming and there’s no escapeWithin this story, and no good way to tell it, Except to gaze at the horror as at a flower,A disaster streaming off extremes it breedsEverywhere and…See More
The Sultan’s Dream (Part of Living Poem) When it comes to walking, the jig’s up.No more fit lad sitting at the pub.No more flim-flam smiling with a limp. See how the legs totter and the torso leans.Do you know what a lame sultan dreams?Of reclining on a divan wearing pantaloons, Comparing his plight to a mountaineer’sNegotiating an icy bluff in a fierce wind,And then lounging in a tent to unwind. Which…See More
The Tale of Ononis by Rob Neufeld Part 1: The Making of a Celebrity ❧ Hare Begins His Tale Ononis was my region’s name.People now call it Never-the-same.I’ll start with the day a delivery came. The package I got was a devil’s dare,Swaddled and knotted in Swamp Bloat hairAnd bearing, in red, one word: “Beware!” Bloats are creatures from the Land of Mud Pies,Wallowing in waste with tightly closed eyesUntil fears bring tears and the bleary bloats rise. ❧ Hare’s Colleagues I asked my boss,…See More
Join this internationally renowned storyteller, Connie Regan-Blake, as she transforms a packed theater into an intimate circle of friends with old-timey charm, wisdom, and humor. We’ll also welcome the Singer of Stories, Donna Marie Todd, who will perform her original story, “The Amazing Zicafoose Sisters.” Connie’s last two shows at BMCA have sold…See More
Join nationally celebrated storyteller, Connie Regan-Blake, as she hosts her workshop participants in an enchanting evening of storytelling in “A Slice of Life: An Evening of Stories.” The event will be hosted by the Black Mountain Center for the Arts, just a short drive from Asheville nestled in the picturesque mountains surrounding the area. Call the Center for advance tickets (828) 669-0930 or order…See More
"Hi Nancy: I am the Program Chair for the Blue Ridge Bookfest and would like to make contact with you in order to invite you to be one of our 2013 speakers. My email address is email@example.com. Best wishes. Jim Loy"
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I shall read your books with great interest, especially now that I know you are indeed that very teacher who influenced me so strongly. It is incredible to think of how self-centered I was as a seventeen-year-old high school senior. It never occurred to me to consider you as anything other than a teacher, that you were an adult with a life outside of those school walls, a woman with a college degree and interests beyond the mob of disinterested teenagers in her classroom. After a number of years I began to wonder about you and the handful of other educators who had shaped my thinking. I was not at all surprised when I typed your name into a search engine recently and book titles began to pop-up. How pleased I am to know that the teacher who so carefully encouraged me to write (and then patiently waded through that gush of adolescent language looking for the one sentence or phrase she might hope to praise) was herself, in the quiet evenings and sacred weekends away from the classroom, composing her own poetry and spinning her own tales. I should have known. I should have known!
I just found your books on Amazon and have ordered them. If you are the Nancy Dillingham I suspect you might be, I can only say that you will never know the impact you have had on me for decades. I had a journalism teacher in high school (AC Reynolds--Class of '76) whose unstinting encouragement and red pencil transformed me from a scribbler into a writer. My debt of gratitude to her is great. If you are that Nancy Dillingham from thirty-five years ago, there is no language to thank you for the influence you had on me everytime I rolled a sheet of paper into my typewriter or opened a Word document in my computer and began writing. I look forward to reading your books and getting a peek at that beloved and never-forgotten educator from the past. With the utmost sincerity, Scott Dockery / Knoxville Tennessee
Nancy-thank you for the insights on the vocabulary test. I have heard aye God and most of the others you mentions. Aye doggies-I've heard that all my life but never thought to connect it to the others. Thats a duh moment for sure.
I'm almost finished with your book-and I just love love it. I'm going to tell you my favorite parts once I'm done. You are very talented!
Nancy and Tipper,
Regarding trolls, native language, and gender, my niece Angela Wallace, a first-grade teacher at Cartoogechaye School in Macon County, says that a favorite activity of her students is extemporaneously acting out folk tales, nursery rhymes and such, and that the results are always creative. One little girl was playing the role of a troll under the bridge (guarding it) when three little boys playing the three Billy Goats Gruff wanted to cross. "We're going to cross over this bridge," the goats declared quite arrogantly, "to reach the good pasture on the other side." Whereupon, the little girl (troll) balled up her fists on her hips and in her meanest voice replied, "Oh, no, you'uns ain't!"
Nancy-thank you for the thoughtful comment you left me. I agree fatalism results from a hard way of living and isolation in Appalachia. I'll be looking forward to reading your book-thank you for mentioning it! I am a huge fan of Fred Chappell too.