Susan Carol Hauser

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Call for Barn Stories!

In Uncategorized on May 28, 2015 at 3:33 pm

I’m writing the text for a coffee table book on classic America barns for Voyageur Press and plan to include brief barn stories by people who have lived on farms. If you have a barn story, I would love to hear it. If I choose your story (or an excerpt) for the book, I will contact you for permission and will ask you to proofread the passage. My payment to you will be one copy of the book.

You can submit your story to me through Comment on this post, through Facebook, or by emailing me directly at schauser (@) paulbunyan.net

Please feel free to pass this along to others and to share it through social media. The book will be about barns all across the United States. If you have questions, please email me through Facebook.

Suggestion: When writing up your memory, focus on “sensory details,” things you know through your senses: colors, textures, sounds, scents, tastes. Positive, negative, serious and humorous stories are welcome!

If you get stuck while writing the passage, try starting with “the first thing I think of when I think of the barn is…” or, “what I miss about the barn is….”

With appreciation,

Susan
Deadline: June 5, 2015

No word limit

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Parsing the City: Saint Paul, Minnesota

In Uncategorized on March 22, 2015 at 3:17 pm

March 22, 2015
Saint Paul, Minnesota

People say to me, you must miss the woods, but we have a lot of nature here in Saint Paul. They are right, I do miss the woods, and there is nature here in Saint Paul, but I want to say to them, not really–there is no relationship here to the woods. At night in Puposky I slept with the window cracked all year long and around two o’clock in the morning I often heard coyotes howl, and sometimes a wolf, and now and then the maniacal midnight chatter of foxes. In the spring, bobcats broke the night with their lightning wails, male and female mating under the stars, the hackles on my neck rising exactly commensurate with a blaze of adrenalin that sparked from my head to my heart.

My apartment building is smack downtown, Sixth and Sibley, across the street from a one-block square park. In summer, water flows through a constructed creek that crosses one side of the park. This morning I watched sparrows standing on a little bridge looking down as though waiting for the water to appear. It is only March, too early to turn on the spigot. I was walking my dogs, as were many others. The dogs have become friends and delight in seeing each other, sniffing away at both ends, back and forth, good morning my dear friend, they say and prance a little from the pleasure of it as we move along in our routine way. It is not a lot of nature, I think to myself, but it is some.

Yesterday I heard a robin singing, recognized its song, and this morning on our walk I spotted something green at the base of a birch tree next to the path: the first growth of this new year pushing through the leaf rubble. The leaves were startling, bright-bright green, as though electric, and to my dismay, I could not name them. If I were up north, they would be hepatica, the first spring flower to break out of the ground. Here, in a square of earth surrounded by sidewalks and buildings and near a fragment of a dormant stream, they are simply, merely, alarmingly wild.

Mears Park, Saint Paul, Minnesota

Mears Park, Saint Paul, Minnesota

Parsing the City: Saint Paul

In Uncategorized on December 31, 2014 at 6:30 pm

I have seen so far one crow and two sparrows, the sparrows in a shrub near a sidewalk, the crow on the ridge pole of the house next door, straight across from my second story window. It was walking around the base of the chimney. Maybe it was warmer there. Maybe it was trying to get a good look at me, this newcomer with two dogs. Maybe it has told everyone it knows that I am here, that I am not afraid of the cold, that I walk my dogs three times a day, that sometimes I stand at the window at night and watch the moon shedding light on the rooftops—just as it does on the treetops up north, that I act as though I have lived here before, not a newcomer at all, but one who has returned to a city that has changed as much as she has, and who understands the pleasure of company, even when it is fleeting and of a different feather.Rooftop without Crow Rooftop without Crow

Book Signing & Wild Rice Tasting

In Uncategorized on December 14, 2014 at 1:22 pm

Wild Rice: An Essential Guide to Cooking, History, and Harvesting
Wild Sugar: The Pleasures of Making Maple Syrup, with Recipes

I will be signing both books…

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

11:00 AM – 2:00 PM

Woolen Mills, Third and Irvine, Bemidji, MN

Stop by and enjoy Herbed Wild Rice Pilaf, a recipe from Wild Rice: An Essential Guide…

Also available:

  • Singing Pines Wild Rice
  • Guide to the North Country National Scenic Trail in Minnesota (I am co-editor)

Peeping the Land: A Survey

In Uncategorized on October 22, 2014 at 10:54 pm

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Peeping the Land: A Survey
October 22, 2014

It seems that the swans, gone for weeks, have returned to the bay, but I am quite certain that the ones I am watching this morning are not the trumpeters that I watched all summer. Almost certainly they are migrators, tundra swans. They have stopped here to rest and to replenish themselves with mahnomen. Today or tomorrow or soon after they will wheel into the sky. Just south of here they will pick up the Mississippi River, their road, and will follow it to southern Minnesota near Winona and Alma. There they will congregate with tens of thousands of other tundras, resting and chatting, all the while feasting on the gifts of the marshes and the river’s backwaters—pond weed, arrowhead, wild celery.

When they are ready to continue, they will turn away from the Great River, will turn east, their destination the Atlantic coast where they will winter on Chesapeake Bay, tucked between Maryland and Virginia, its estuarial waters mingling with the water of the ocean, sweet and salt coming together, the line of separation blurred the way the line between fall and winter is blurred, warm mingling with cold, cold with warm, the warm ebbing until there is only ice.

How much this is like love, tentative at first, small steps into and out of water, a testing of depth, of rise and descent, the line of demarcation impossible to tell, sweet becoming salt, salt becoming sweet, a migration of the heart, a desire for nourishment and rest, for safe harbor during the inevitable final season.

Wild Rice Harvest

Wild Rice Harvest

Wintry Poetry

In Uncategorized on December 22, 2013 at 7:53 pm

Winter is the time to go back and re-read favorite poems.

Visit the Archive for December 2012 for news of Poetry Slam prize and to read the poems that won it.

Visit the February 2011 Archive to read more poems.

 

Archived Essay

In Uncategorized on December 22, 2013 at 7:51 pm

More Winter Reading

Visit the November 2010 Archive to read “The Marriage Bed,” an essay published in The Sun magazine, August 2008.

Winter Reading

In Uncategorized on December 22, 2013 at 7:37 pm

In case you missed the original postings of these online essay publications:

    Measures of Loss,”  Terrain: A Journal of the Built and Natural Environments. Listed in Notable Essays of 2011, The Best American Essays 2012, selected by Robert Atwan, Series Editor

    Celestial Event,” Construction Magazine

In Publishing, Reading Event, River Book, Uncategorized on September 22, 2011 at 12:35 am

Publication Reading

My Kind of River Journey: Seeking Passage on the Mississippi

October 7     Susan Carol Hauser will read from her new book, My Kind of River Journey: Seeking Passage on the Mississippi at 6 p.m. at the Bemidji Community Arts Center. A poet, essayist and freelance writer, Hauser is the author of numerous publications. She has received a 2011 Minnesota State Arts Board Artist Initiative Grant in Creative Nonfiction and a 2010 McKnight Artist Fellowship, Loft Award in Poetry. Don’t miss her writing workshop in Bemidji on Oct. 8.

October 8    Writer and author Susan Carol Hauser facilitates What Did I Say? In this 9:00 ’til noon workshop, participants will learn ways to read their writing the ways others do, including recognition of values and meanings expressed in the work. The workshop will introduce techniques for discovering both literal and metaphorical meaning in participants’ writings. Participants are asked to bring a poetry or prose writing sample of approximately 5 pages to the workshop. For cost, location and further information, contact theBCAC at (218) 444-7570 <http://bcac.wordpress.com/&gt;.

New Online Essay Publications

In Uncategorized on June 25, 2011 at 4:12 pm

Celestial Event

Measures of Loss

Both of these essays are in the manuscript The Marriage Bed. Stay tuned for more online publications of the essays from the manuscript and for possible publication of the book on Kindle.

NEW BOOK: My Kind of River Journey: Seeking Passage on the Mississippi is scheduled for publication in September by the Center for American Places, Columbia College Chicago, distributed by the University of Chicago Press. It will be available from the usual outlets: amazon.com, Barnes & Noble, etc.