Of course she isn’t. But, then again, she is. (I cleared the title with her, by the way. She’s totally cool with it.) The way my mother cooks fried chicken, it’s impossible, now, for me to determine where it begins and she ends. My mother and her chicken are inseparably one and the same, to the point I often and lovingly meld the two into one.
It’s as good an essay as any, I figure, to name a book after. Though, it’s but one of 17 essays in my new title, My Mother Is a Chicken, now available from This Land Press, which has added an imprint to its “new-media” mix. The bulk of the stories come from my near-10 years of doing Argentfork, but there are a handful that have published in This Land over the past couple of years.
I’m quite proud of it. It’s a kind-of best-of, but with an eye toward the sort of journalism that I don’t always utilize, depending on the topic. But, as my editor Michael Mason said, the best pieces are the ones where I get off into narrative terrain that includes not just tons of reading on the topic, but also a bit of me.
I’m proud, too, of the design, and the sweet black-and-white illustrations done by Jeremy Luther. A better-looking book I could not have imagined. Hopefully, it reads as well. It’s available, of course, at Amazon for $17.99 (click on the book title link above) but also at the This Land offices on Peoria. Come by and say hi and I’ll sign one for you.
And come to the launch party! December 11 at the Rusty Crane, across from Oneok Field in Greenwood. Check This Land’s Facebook page for details.