What I’m Writing

Wild Horse Articles:

Since we’ve moved to Taos, I’ve become more involved as a wild horse advocate and have begun writing articles to help educate the public about the ongoing tragedy.

Nothing Humane About Horse Slaughter, appeared in the April 5 issue of The Taos News

Public Outrage can save Wild Horses, appeared in the Santa Fe New Mexican on March 16, 2013

Mesa Verde’s Horses Provide Opportunity for change, appeared in the Feb. 14 issue of The Taos News.

Is BLM Mismanaging Wild Horses?  appeared in the Nov. 29 issue of The Taos News.

Wild Horses – Wild Lands - a wild horse art exhibit in Estes Park, Co.

 

Passions in my life.  Kentucky, Wild Horses, Taos, New Mexico.  My newest story brings these three loves  together as the backdrop for a story about freedom, love and letting go.

Wild Horses from BLM Website

When Allison Cassidy , a fifty-five year old writer, leaves her home state of Kentucky and travels to Taos, New Mexico to research for her book,  she discovers more about herself than she ever imagined.  Her research ties her to the rugged Jake Larson, a wild  horse advocate and who rescues mustangs and lets them run free on his ranch.   Allison   explores freedom, using the plight of wild horses as her backdrop, and discovers the ultimate price that freedom requires.

 

 

 

I am also working on a novel based in Kentucky, my home state.  Titles keep rolling around in my mind.  I’m sure the right one will emerge, like an old river rock worn smooth by it’s journey.

From a family album

Calling Me Home is a story set in rural Kentucky that spans six decades from 1941 to 2001.  Amanda Connor tells the story of her life, her love of the land, her love of Ben Turner who is half Negro and half Cherokee.  Amanda and Ben face the painful reality of racial prejudice, segregation and hatred when Ben’s father, Henry Turner is lynched by the KKK.  Amanda marries another man but the love she carries for Ben never dies.  Instead her love for him grows and is nurtured by their lifelong friendship.

When Amanda’s daughter Mary grows up, she tries to break from tradition and leave Kentucky.  She meets Eric Taylor in Taos, NM and begins her own journey.

In 1975, widowed Amanda and Ben finally come together after patiently waiting almost a lifetime, only to have their plans shattered.  Ben is arrested on suspicion of the murder of .  To prove his innocence, Ben must break a promise to a friend and divulge a secret that he has kept from Amanda.

Novel in progress. Women’s Fiction.

 

My soul work, part memoir, part biography of my mother- another work in progress.

Mary at eighteen Mary’s Life - whether or not it is ever published this is a work I must complete to share the story of my mother’s amazing life.

 Sweet Mary – A memoir in the early stages of development about my mothers’s life, the secrets she kept, the hardships she endured, and the fall out of her actions on the lives of her children.  Fragments of her life have colored portions of my novel.

 

 

Writing Practice - writing is just another way to stay in touch with ourselves.  I write every day to keep those channels open – it’s a form of meditation – a practice to which I am committed. Essays often grow from Writing Practice as do parts of my novel and memoir.  Writing a lot I am learning makes me a better writer.  No matter what you do, to do it well you must do it a lot.

I have submitted a few articles which gratefully have been published.  I also blog for Minerva Institute’s website.  Click on the title for the complete article on those sites: 

Learning much about life from the turtles | The Post and Courier, Charleston SC – News, Sports, Ente

As I write this, I sit on my back porch watching the baby turtles dart and dive in the pond next to my house. They dance and frolic in the water, then slowly pull themselves up the edge onto a rock to bask in the sun. A huge mother turtle struggles up the steep bank and plods off toward the woods to seek a nesting place.

Water spills and splashes from the fountainhead, gathers itself up in a pool, then spills over a small rock waterfall to a second pool, where autumn colors, red, orange and yellow, cluster among round river rocks. An autumn breeze stirs the high branches of limber trees in the wetlands, raining down a wall of red and yellow leaves across the lawn.

Azaleas at Middleton Place by Katherine Brown

Azaleas at Middleton Place by Katherine Tandy Brown

In early days of spring, when my heart thirsts for silence and my soul craves solace, I find myself retreating into Mother Nature and wander down the road to Middleton Place just a few miles from my home. There I embark upon an outward journey on nature trails; an inward journey to myself. Life often gets so busy and so noisy that I lose track of who I am. I seek to find myself again or, as poet Derek Walcott says so beautifully, to “love again the stranger who was yourself.”

 

To the people who broke in to my home in Legend Oaks the night of July 8, 2011:You must have been so disappointed to take such great risk in kicking down our door and breaking in, to find so little to repay your efforts.  You must have known we were gone for the weekend and noticed we forgot to turn the light on over the door you broke in.

 

 

 

 

 

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