Inaugural Ann Head Literary Prize for Short Story Fiction Honors Pat Conroy’s Mentor
To Pat Conroy, she was always his “first novelist.” Beaufort-born novelist and short fiction writer Ann Head (1915-1968) was recruited to be Beaufort High School's first creative writing teacher during Pat Conroy's senior year (1962-63). A remarkable storyteller and an unconventional mentor, she became teacher and friend to young Pat as he was just beginning the arc of his storied writing life.
The family of Ann Head is pleased to announce the winner and finalists of the inaugural Ann Head Literary Prize for Short Story Fiction. The winning story was chosen from more than 40 entries written by students at Beaufort High School.
I never thought I’d say it, but I miss the early days of coronavirus. Those halcyon days of yore – a couple of months ago – when we were all intensely focused on “flattening the curve.” We had a clear purpose back then. A goal. A mission. We were united in that mission – as a community, a country, a world! – and it felt good.
At various points during the year, I can predict with some certainty that a flurry of questions will come my way about some particularly unusual flower or a striking plant that the questioner must find out what it is. The questions often come from visitors to the area, but not infrequently it is locals who have only recently determined to find out what this plant is, perhaps something they’ve only recently noticed.
Even though it sounds fancy, dining al fresco just means eating outside. And since we're becoming a bit more social while we're social distancing, eating on the deck has started to become part of our quarantined routine. Vince and I had two of our besties over for dinner last week for a Greek style picnic supper. The entree was Grilled Pork Souvlaki with Dilly Cucumber Sauce from my cookbook, Celebrate Beaufort. The side dishes were new creations and I'm sharing them all with you.
Recent stories of teachers going out of their way to insure students can continue learning as they shelter in place prompt me to reflect on the important role teachers have played in my life. One individual, George Brooks, stands out.
What comes to mind when you hear the term “bunker mentality”? When I think of this state of mind, I think of a literal bunker with sandbags, thick walls, and guards to keep out all sorts of deadly and operationally disruptive things and people. I’m reminded of the time I visited the Normandy region of France and crawled down inside one of the bunkers occupied by the Germans on Sword Beach (one of five landing sites for the June 6, 1944 D-Day invasion of continental Europe).
June brings more great opportunity for writers to engage with one another with three more online workshops from the nonprofit Pat Conroy Literary Center. Registration is now open through Eventbrite at https://patconroyliterarycenter.eventbrite.com.
I am on a kind of pilgrim’s journey these days. It started in mid-April, just after Easter, about one month into these weeks of quarantine. The constraints of contagion are loosening, but my retreat into learning more about who I am will last through the rest of the year. When the formal study ends, I wonder what will carry through the remainder of my life.
“When one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it attached to the rest of the world.” – John Muir
In case you’re not aware of him, influential Scottish-American naturalist John Muir co-founded the Sierra Club and was known as the “Father of the National Parks.” He got those natural treasures going. Our environment was delighted this man came down the pike…er…wilderness trail…when he did. His quote above is pure cosmology that we’re seeing played out on the earth during the current pandemic when The Great Pause has brought the emission of environmental hazards to a crawl.