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A Pixie from Kilmarnock
Dr. Dawne Y. Curry: Fulbright Scholar, author, expert in documenting apartheid and sexism in South Africa, and Associate Professor of History and Ethnic Studies University of Nebraska, Lincoln
Deirdre Grace Callanan: “is an author, freelance journalist, and editor. For 30 years, she taught English and photography first in Tidewater, Virginia, next in Washington D.C., and then for the Dennis-Yarmouth district. For 15 years, she co-led a Cape & Islands poetry celebration for K-12 poets. As a Christa McAuliffe Fellow, she traveled the state working with teachers as writers, ultimately publishing a classroom text, “Windows & Mirrors.” Bass River Press, an imprint of The Cultural Center of Cape Cod, awarded her its 2018 Poetry Prize for her collection, “Water~Dreaming.” This year, Paper Plane Consulting published “Fish Camp: North Jetty Tales,” her history of a Casey Key, Florida, landmark. Deirdre is currently at work on a series of meditative essays about beach plums.”
Deirdre Grace Callanan: “is an author, freelance journalist, and editor. For 30 years, she taught English and photography first in Tidewater, Virginia, next in Washington D.C., and then for the Dennis-Yarmouth district. For 15 years, she co-led a Cape & Islands poetry celebration for K-12 poets. As a Christa McAuliffe Fellow, she traveled the state working with teachers as writers, ultimately publishing a classroom text, “Windows & Mirrors.” Bass River Press, an imprint of The Cultural Center of Cape Cod, awarded her its 2018 Poetry Prize for her collection, “Water~Dreaming.” This year, Paper Plane Consulting published “Fish Camp: North Jetty Tales,” her history of a Casey Key, Florida, landmark. Deirdre is currently at work on a series of meditative essays about beach plums.”
Lt. Colonel Sherry Hill Sargent of the United States Army (ret.), survivor of 9/11 attack on the Pentagon.
Lt. Colonel Sherry Hill Sargent of the United States Army (ret.), survivor of 9/11 attack on the Pentagon.
Morgan Curry: member of the 1958 State Champion Baseball team from Julian Rosenwald, a historical Black school system operating in the rural south
Captain Carroll Curry: one of the first Black captains of a menhaden boat on The Northern Neck
Dr. James E. C. Norris: retired plastic surgeon and author of “Fight On, My Soul,” a biography about his father, Dr. Morgan E. Norris, The Northern Neck’s first Black physician and an activist for Black rural education.
Dr. James E. C. Norris: retired plastic surgeon and author of “Fight On, My Soul,” a biography about his father, Dr. Morgan E. Norris, The Northern Neck’s first Black physician and an activist for Black rural education.
PJ Haynie, fifth generation Northern Neck farmer who also serves on USDA's Plant Variety Protection Act Board and on the Agricultural Advisory Council for Virginia's first congressional district. He is a graduate of Virginia Tech University and currently serves on the College of Agriculture and Life Sciences Advisory Committee for both Virginia Tech and Virginia State Universities.
Always strive for better work. Never stop learning. Have fun a clear plan for a new project or just an idea on a napkin? Sky, land, and sea disappear together out of the world. The Indian girls, with hair like flowing black manes, and dressed only in a shift and short petticoat, stared dully from under the square-cut fringes on their foreheads.
The dawn breaks high behind the towering and serrated wall of the Cordillera, a clear-cut vision of dark peaks rearing their steep slopes on a lofty pedestal of forest rising from the very edge of the shore. Amongst them the white head of Higuerota rises majestically upon the blue. Bare clusters of enormous. Above it all The wasting edge of the cloud-bank always strives for, but seldom wins, the middle of the gulf. The sun—as the sailors say—is eating it up. Unless perchance a sombre thunder-head breaks away from the main body to career all over the gulf till it escapes into the offing beyond Azuera, where it bursts suddenly. People think focus means saying yes to the thing you’ve got to focus on. But that’s not what it means at all. It means saying no to the hundred other good ideas that there are. You have to pick carefully. Steve Jobs – Apple Worldwide Developers’ Conference, 1997 At night the body of clouds advancing higher up the sky smothers the whole quiet gulf below with an impenetrable darkness, in which the sound of the falling showers can be heard beginning and ceasing abruptly—now here, now there. Indeed, these cloudy nights are proverbial with the seamen along the whole west coast of a great continent. * The dawn breaks high behind the towering and serrated wall * A clear-cut vision of dark peaks rearing their steep slopes * Amongst them the white head of Higuerota * Bare clusters of enormous rocks sprinkle with tiny black dots
The gulf. The sun—as the sailors say—is eating it up. Unless perchance a sombre thunder-head breaks away from the main body to career all over the gulf till it escapes into the offing beyond Azuera, where it bursts suddenly into flame and crashes like a sinster pirate-ship of the air, hove-to above the horizon, engaging the sea.
Always strive for better work. Never stop learning. Have fun a clear plan for a new project or just an idea on a napkin? Sky, land, and sea disappear together out of the world. The Indian girls, with hair like flowing black manes, and dressed only in a shift and short petticoat, stared dully from under the square-cut fringes on their foreheads.
The dawn breaks high behind the towering and serrated wall of the Cordillera, a clear-cut vision of dark peaks rearing their steep slopes on a lofty pedestal of forest rising from the very edge of the shore. Amongst them the white head of Higuerota rises majestically upon the blue. Bare clusters of enormous. Above it all The wasting edge of the cloud-bank always strives for, but seldom wins, the middle of the gulf. The sun—as the sailors say—is eating it up. Unless perchance a sombre thunder-head breaks away from the main body to career all over the gulf till it escapes into the offing beyond Azuera, where it bursts suddenly. People think focus means saying yes to the thing you’ve got to focus on. But that’s not what it means at all. It means saying no to the hundred other good ideas that there are. You have to pick carefully. Steve Jobs – Apple Worldwide Developers’ Conference, 1997 At night the body of clouds advancing higher up the sky smothers the whole quiet gulf below with an impenetrable darkness, in which the sound of the falling showers can be heard beginning and ceasing abruptly—now here, now there. Indeed, these cloudy nights are proverbial with the seamen along the whole west coast of a great continent. * The dawn breaks high behind the towering and serrated wall * A clear-cut vision of dark peaks rearing their steep slopes * Amongst them the white head of Higuerota * Bare clusters of enormous rocks sprinkle with tiny black dots
The gulf. The sun—as the sailors say—is eating it up. Unless perchance a sombre thunder-head breaks away from the main body to career all over the gulf till it escapes into the offing beyond Azuera, where it bursts suddenly into flame and crashes like a sinster pirate-ship of the air, hove-to above the horizon, engaging the sea.
Always strive for better work. Never stop learning. Have fun a clear plan for a new project or just an idea on a napkin? Sky, land, and sea disappear together out of the world. The Indian girls, with hair like flowing black manes, and dressed only in a shift and short petticoat, stared dully from under the square-cut fringes on their foreheads.
The dawn breaks high behind the towering and serrated wall of the Cordillera, a clear-cut vision of dark peaks rearing their steep slopes on a lofty pedestal of forest rising from the very edge of the shore. Amongst them the white head of Higuerota rises majestically upon the blue. Bare clusters of enormous. Above it all The wasting edge of the cloud-bank always strives for, but seldom wins, the middle of the gulf. The sun—as the sailors say—is eating it up. Unless perchance a sombre thunder-head breaks away from the main body to career all over the gulf till it escapes into the offing beyond Azuera, where it bursts suddenly. People think focus means saying yes to the thing you’ve got to focus on. But that’s not what it means at all. It means saying no to the hundred other good ideas that there are. You have to pick carefully. Steve Jobs – Apple Worldwide Developers’ Conference, 1997 At night the body of clouds advancing higher up the sky smothers the whole quiet gulf below with an impenetrable darkness, in which the sound of the falling showers can be heard beginning and ceasing abruptly—now here, now there. Indeed, these cloudy nights are proverbial with the seamen along the whole west coast of a great continent. * The dawn breaks high behind the towering and serrated wall * A clear-cut vision of dark peaks rearing their steep slopes * Amongst them the white head of Higuerota * Bare clusters of enormous rocks sprinkle with tiny black dots
The gulf. The sun—as the sailors say—is eating it up. Unless perchance a sombre thunder-head breaks away from the main body to career all over the gulf till it escapes into the offing beyond Azuera, where it bursts suddenly into flame and crashes like a sinster pirate-ship of the air, hove-to above the horizon, engaging the sea.
Always strive for better work. Never stop learning. Have fun a clear plan for a new project or just an idea on a napkin? Sky, land, and sea disappear together out of the world. The Indian girls, with hair like flowing black manes, and dressed only in a shift and short petticoat, stared dully from under the square-cut fringes on their foreheads.
The dawn breaks high behind the towering and serrated wall of the Cordillera, a clear-cut vision of dark peaks rearing their steep slopes on a lofty pedestal of forest rising from the very edge of the shore. Amongst them the white head of Higuerota rises majestically upon the blue. Bare clusters of enormous. Above it all The wasting edge of the cloud-bank always strives for, but seldom wins, the middle of the gulf. The sun—as the sailors say—is eating it up. Unless perchance a sombre thunder-head breaks away from the main body to career all over the gulf till it escapes into the offing beyond Azuera, where it bursts suddenly. People think focus means saying yes to the thing you’ve got to focus on. But that’s not what it means at all. It means saying no to the hundred other good ideas that there are. You have to pick carefully. Steve Jobs – Apple Worldwide Developers’ Conference, 1997 At night the body of clouds advancing higher up the sky smothers the whole quiet gulf below with an impenetrable darkness, in which the sound of the falling showers can be heard beginning and ceasing abruptly—now here, now there. Indeed, these cloudy nights are proverbial with the seamen along the whole west coast of a great continent. * The dawn breaks high behind the towering and serrated wall * A clear-cut vision of dark peaks rearing their steep slopes * Amongst them the white head of Higuerota * Bare clusters of enormous rocks sprinkle with tiny black dots
The gulf. The sun—as the sailors say—is eating it up. Unless perchance a sombre thunder-head breaks away from the main body to career all over the gulf till it escapes into the offing beyond Azuera, where it bursts suddenly into flame and crashes like a sinster pirate-ship of the air, hove-to above the horizon, engaging the sea.