About: Meredith Ann Fuller

Stranger In A Strange Land: essays by Meredith Ann Fuller on being a newcomer to Nebraska. My heart is a migrant. Perforce I moved to Nebraska. By happy startled choice I live where the kindness of strangers is usually genuine, and niceness is like a nervous tic, or a dessert you don’t really have room for, but it would be rude to say no. I left the ocean and a big city for a home in Omaha, my lunge line tethered to a big sky. Rolling prairie makes me swoon, the edge of the world cresting, disappearing, and reappearing, and I might just end up driving right into the clouds and getting seriously lost. I like being a stranger in a strange land. We are all the other, even if we don’t know it. In the Mayan language, in la’ketch means I am another yourself. As a writer, I hope to make you fall in love with strangers, including people you don’t approve of.

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Grasping the Nettle

To my eyes, weary from winter, this soup is the greenest thing ever seen. A shocking jolt of green! As I ladle soup into a white bowl, the backs of my hands smart. I recall yesterday’s walk with friends, searching for morels along the bottomlands of the Platte. Last year’s battered grasses were dull brown. Continue Reading

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Trucker’s Chapel

I’m in the parking lot of a truck stop in York Nebraska looking at a semi-trailer detached from its tractor unit and set down on its landing gear. TRUCKERS CHAPEL, the letters on the side of the trailer say. Steps lead up to a broad front porch with a white lattice skirt and railing. An Continue Reading

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Prairie Feminists Awaken!

“The Awakening”: Suffragette beckons women in the east who can’t yet vote. Courtesy Library of Congress, LC-USZC2-1206, 3b49106 A Grandmother in Omaha trims the wick of her oil lamp and settles down to make a rag rug which will be sold to raise money for the cause of a woman’s right to vote. In a town Continue Reading

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A Stranger In A Strange Land

Limon, Colorado is a friendly place set down in a wide loneliness. From the Spanish word for lemon, limón. But pronounced Lie-man, in this town. Were there fragrant groves, the bare arms of women reaching up? If so, no longer. The main employer, now, is a mixed custody Level IV prison. August 4th, 2016. There Continue Reading

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