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The Bluebell Project (continued): In Which We End Where We Began
"Why are you crushing those flowers?" "I'm not crushing them--I'm pressing them. To try and preserve them." "Oh." (the "whatever, Mom" was implied) "They're bluebells! Like Uncle Charlie's album named after the Brontes' poems! Remember the four kids who had great imaginations like you guys and wrote--" "Can I play Minecraft now? I ate lunch."…
The Bluebell Project (continued) : Diary Papers 3 & 4
1997 When I went to college it was my family who did the leaving. I stayed in Alabama and they all moved to Virginia where my father would be priest at a new church. Jeans were still loose enough to be recognized as pants and email was not yet a bodily function as necessary as…
The Bluebell Project (continued): Diary Papers 1 & 2
When we first moved here, and then often during lockdown, I walked the footpaths behind my house. Frequently frustrated or a little sad, and starving to be uninterrupted, I followed the farm road back through the barley fields to the small woods near the crossroads—just beyond the hedges where it turns to what I call…
In Which We Meet The Bluebell Project
March 17, 2020 Christina: Are we still on for tomorrow? The Pink Lady: Yes. Christina: Have you worked out any sizes or fonts yet? The Pink Lady: No. I prefer to do that when you arrive. Christina (panicking): Ok, great! I don't typically play fast and loose with long term creative planning involving other collaborators…
My newest collaboration with my brother, Charlie Rauh, will also include our other brother, Christopher. And yes. It’s going to be as epic as you’re imagining. via Charlie Rauh's The Bluebell--Review by John Freeman
Let Me Eat Cake
I figure I have about 4 hours before the next episode of Welcome to Hell: 2020 begins and I'm sure you've been wondering how I've been processing all of this, so let me assure you: I'm fine. There has been a lot of cake. For my birthday in March I made my favorite cake. Our…
Beyond Kate Bush: A New Wave of Brontë Inspired Music
Read on for a great review and a little preview of how the Rauh siblings worked together on Charlie’s new album! Thank you so much Bronte Babe!
Music and the Brontës?
I’ll be honest, when I think of the Brontës, music is not necessarily the thing that springs to my mind; tiny books, wild moors, strong heroines, anti-heroes, and even animal rights (thank you, Anne), but music, not really. What I love about the Brontës most of all though is their ability to continue to inspire people creatively and artistically in the two centuries that separate them from us. I adore their fiction, art, and their surviving correspondence. I also love to seek out fiction and literature inspired by our favourite literary family, from plays to novels to poetry and biography. I have a section dedicated to some of my discoveries on Brontë Babe Blog; please click here for my Brontë Inspired Literature page. Maybe because, besides my brief stints of playing the recorder and clarinet as a child, I’ve never had much to do with music…
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We Put the ER in Peter Pan
It's Lent and we're all giving up stuff. Work, birthday parties, school, playgroups, more than one package of toilet paper in the cupboard at a time, confidence in our government, overseas visits from family anticipated with joy and excitement... There is a sudden deficiency where there was once abundance. And we don't like it. I…
The Hoarse Whimperer
What do horses, Charlotte Bronte's Villette, and me trying to open a shattered glass door all have in common? Prepare yourself. It might get weird. We live down a disturbingly long farm road among fields and horse paddocks. My inner eight year old self is thrilled. Ambling along outside my van windows: Horses, copse of…
