Each year come spring, Roanoke's private Community High School presents its Marginal Arts Festival-- a downtown celebration of the creative process, more so than the creative object. Organizers say it's the fire...not the grate.
This year, as part of the festival, a new group emerges-- Roanoke Pulp and Paper-- dedicated to flipping the publishing model on its ear....at least in just one community.
Jay Leutze got his law degree from the University of North Carolina, but he decided not to practice law.
Instead, he moved to his family’s cabin on Yellow Mountain in the Roan Highlands – an area famous in geological circles for its rare grassy balds.
“Grassy balds are openings that are not above the tree line, but were not created by man, so they’re open pastures,” he explains. “We believe that they were kept open by wooly mammoths, then bison and elk, and then when European settlers came in, they were kept open by grazing cattle.”
Producing a book in the 21st century is no easy job, unless you decide to publish yourself, but a Waynesboro woman’s hobby has propelled her into the perfect publishing niche. When Mollie Bryan was home, taking care of young children, she discovered scrap booking:
“It’s one of the most popular hobbies in the world,” Bryan says, “but the thing that appealed to me was the puzzle-like quality to scrapbooking and the way that people get together to do it.”
Some Roanoke County high school students are learning first-hand what it means to be disabled, as they portray adults with physical and mental limitations in an upcoming play.
Glenvar High theater students tackled the sensitive subject of Alzheimer’s several years ago, with a production of “My Father’s War”. Now they’re challenging society’s view of the mentally disabled in “The Boys Next Door”. It chronicles the lives of four men living in a group home.
There are delightful surprises sprinkling the path to falling in love again at my age. I’ve always been something of a romantic, but in the last few decades that blissful trait has been buried under the weight of getting older, crushing some of the sense of delight and discovery necessary to maintain the magic.
In the past few years, I’d not even entertained the thought that fresh and adventurous romance was a possibility. I didn’t miss it because I didn’t expect it.