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from The Cumberland Chronicle



Storm’s Coming, karol cooper



From the back porch 

I see rolling black clouds in the distance

change to purple with every stroke of lightning

Storm’s coming.



So I move around battening down the hatches

Unhanging the ferns

Folding the tablecloth from the porch table

Moving cushions and bird feeders

Getting ready



In my garden are tender green shoots

Fragile like the beginnings of hope

Their tenuous grasp on the breast of the Mother may not hold

Cling fast, I whisper, storm’s coming.

I see it from far away 

I’ve been in storms before

The fear of its coming may be greater than the storm itself.



Thick black clouds roll over me, lightning flashes

The wind is high and I’m buffeted on all sides

Bits of debris blow past me

Fleeting glimpses of belongings once held precious

All around me things are being freed of earth’s hold

Cold rain beats down hard making rivulets 

that look like small roads through my young garden,

washing away the most fragile of dreams.



The storm passes and I take stock

Hang the ferns and feel the sun warm on my face

Snap the calico tablecloth open in the air and let it float down onto the porch table

Fluff the pillows, hang the bird feeders

Drink in the air and admire the new shape of my garden

with its strongest survivors

Go about my life 

Knowing that from my back porch I can look off into the distance and see

Storm’s coming.

As a little girl, when Karol Cooper dreamed of being a writer she had no idea her dreams would someday come true. With a background in office administration and an education in photography and business, Cooper felt doomed to live out her life as an administrative assistant to high-ranking corporate officers. Today she is a professional writer, and works from her home. She lives with husband Alan Ross, a singer/songwriter, west editor for American Profile magazine, and writer for many popular sports magazines including a stint as the official historian for the Tennessee Titans. “I credit my husband with getting my foot in the door of publishing. He sort of dragged me in with him,” she says. “The [English] language is his only competitor for my love.”

Cooper’s love affair with the English language led her to write even as a child. At the age of ten, she wrote a play about Peter Cottontail that was performed for the entire school of Miller Park Elementary in Hall County, Georgia, where she attended. Later, during her childbearing years, which produced three sons, she worked as an upper-level administrative assistant -and scribbled poems and stories on the side.

Long years and many miles later, she married Alan Ross at their Nashville cottage in Nashville called Golden Acre. “It was a beautiful, warm, sunny day,” she says, eyes soft with remembrance. “I wore a short white dress and we were married in the front yard. I whispered my vows, Alan sang his!”

Ross, a singer/songwriter and a session vocalist of 35-year standing in the Nashville music arena, spent months composing his vows in song and sang them a cappella at the wedding. Since that time he has been besieged with requests to perform the song at the weddings of friends and friends’ children. He is no stranger to that, his career in music started over 30 years ago when he sang with his first wife, Pam Meacham.

Asked if, as his current wife, she sings with him too, Cooper snorts, “Ha! The first note I sang would empty stadiums and auditoriums in record time. There would be stampedes to get away, people would be injured.” Rather than “hinder him” by singing along, she believes she best serves by being anonymous, a sort of background person. She designs his CD covers and shoots his PR shots, explaining, “It’s a great way to get publicity for my work.” With a laugh she continues, “And I enjoy it. I’ve done other CD covers, and the ones with photos are great. The others are pitiful.” Her photography skills were learned at Nashville State Technical School where she majored in photography and design. There she also doubled up on English classes and tutored English composition. Her GPA was 3.9.

“I credit a lot of my knowledge about composing a written piece properly to Cheryl Lane, a teacher at NSTI who encouraged me as a writer. No matter how I perfected an essay for class, she could always find some teeny tiny error! AND, she was a stickler for outlines, and now I am too.”

Her crossover from photography student to professional writer was a magical event that she loves to recount. “By that time my husband was writing on assignment for Walnut Grove Press, and he had been asked to write a book about romantic love. Over the years I’ve acted as his primary researcher on everything except his sports articles, so I started researching the love book too. The material was so sweet, and as I read things to Alan, we began to collaborate more and more on the book. We read poems and passages to each other and shared a really good time putting that book together. It strengthened our marriage. I’m convinced that the book is imbued with special romantic powers because of the spell we were under while we wrote it.”

The love book, Love Is Forever, has done well in sales. Cooper and Ross did a book signing at Barnes & Noble on Valentine’s Day 1999 to promote it, then both quickly moved on to their next projects.

For Cooper, that meant editing a book for a brand-new author, typesetting three books for Walnut Grove, and researching for Ross’s next book. Along with that she did research for a Ph.D. candidate on possible genetic changes that could be the result of childhood sexual abuse - and was able to substantiate the premise of the dissertation. In addition, she produced several more books for Walnut Grove, two of which are now in print: Mothers and Daughters Forever, and A Baby Is….

In the world of publishing, being a published author opens doors. One of the most important doors in Cooper’s life opened up for her about that time: she made the acquaintance of Jeannette Harris, publisher for the award-winning e-zine A Country Rag (ACR). ACR has won innumerable honors as the number-one source for “all things Appalachian,” ranging from articles about Appalachian life and folklore to offerings of poetry and stories by Appalachian artists.

Harris approached Cooper about doing some writing for her magazine, and Cooper responded by writing her now-famous four-part series about Violette Wakeland (ed. note: this story is running in the Tullahoma News Sunday Lifestyles section until August 19th). She followed up the series with three other articles that appear in the archives at www.countryrag.com.

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Field of Dreams: If You Write It They Will Read











Cooper’s dream of writing had taken flight, and she kept the wind beneath her wings by presenting herself to the Tullahoma News as a writing candidate, where she became a columnist for the Sunday News Lifestyles section, and by writing poetry. One of her poems won her a nomination as the 2001 World Champion Amateur Poet by the International Poet’s Society. Following on the heels of that news was notification that her poetry would be published this year in an anthology called The Silence Within, as well as produced as part of an audio book called The Sound of Poetry. “My poetry is a whole different thing for me. I write my stories and articles from the sheer joy of life and the love of writing; I write the poems about things that hurt. Those are the ones I write on my knees.I can’t read my poetry out loud without becoming weepy.“

That means that at the upcoming book signing at Barclay Books, a veritable institution in Tullahoma, her husband will be reading her poetry. The store’s owner, Angela Arnold, is a supporter of Cooper’s writing and keeps her books in stock.

Says Arnold, “She is the writer I wish that I were. That’s not a personal statement. I admire her skill with writing about people. She is obviously a people person. So am I. But she knows how to write about it, and I don’t and I’m jealous. She writes as if she were sitting up there on that big rock watching everything unfold.” And perhaps she is.

Barclay has dreamed of holding a regular literary event at her bookstore and Cooper’s book signing is the kickoff event for “Literary Luncheons” that will be held in the bookstore on a regular basis. The book signing will take place September 8th from 1:00-5:00, and it will take the form of a mini-fest. Cooper’s husband, Alan Ross, a singer/ songwriter/ session vocalist in Nashville, will perform his music and will read Cooper’s poetry at different times during the afternoon. Ross himself is an author, and his books will also be available. Cooper will read excerpts from her newest book, A Baby Is… and will reveal the special way she wrote the book. One of the more interesting aspects of the book signing/mini fest is that there will be a discussion group about Cooper’s newest project: She is writing a novel.

“I realize I have to cut my teeth on a first novel, so I just jumped in and wrote it. I’d already thought of the storyline and I’ve got it written down. Now I’ve got to go back and add the research and fluff it up.” When pressed, she confesses it’s a book about women ruling the world. “But I’m not a feminist,” she quips, “I just married one.” The discussion at the book signing will center around the question, “What if women ruled the world?”

While Cooper is passionate about writing, she has other loves in her life. “I’m pretty wild about my kids. Gardening is a big one for me too. Before we lived here, we lived on an historic property in Nashville called Golden Acre, which was named the1945 Victory Garden of the Year for the entire United States. I renovated and recreated the gardens there. Then when we moved to the mountain I began to uncover some of the former landscaping up here and added some of my own.“

Other passions? “I still like computers. I built a few and sort of made myself sick of them for a while.”

What she doesn’t tell is that she bakes herb breads for people who are sick and suffering, believing that “bread heals.” She spends some time every day writing notes of encouragement - notes that she designs on her computer and prints -to other people, and love notes to her friends and family. She emails her mother every day. Due to chronic illness and a serious back injury, she is often sick and in pain herself, but she says she programs herself to be the Energizer bunny - she keeps going and going. She dreams of opening a non-profit women’s center on the mountain and of building computer centers for the area elementary schools. She still makes phone calls when she gets a tip about “spare parts.” But “wordsmithing” remains her life’s blood.

Writing plans for the future look bright. Cooper hopes to continue her column for the Tullahoma Sunday News. “I enjoy talking to people about the good deeds they do and what they care about. It gives the rest of us ideas about how to live better! I’ve written articles about people who were so self-sacrificing it brought tears to my eyes.” Asked what she would do differently in her past, Cooper responds promptly, “Nothing. I’m so happy now - right now - that if I went back and changed anything, it would upset the balance in my life today. I love it all. I plan to live to be 105.”




Colored, karol cooper



We are traveling to Grandmama’s house

down dusty back roads in our ’47 Ford

The sun shines on my round white face



Mommy is telling me

about my daddy who fought in the big war

He believes all people 

should be treated with respect

She says she is proud of my daddy 



What is proud? I say,

but she cannot make 

my child’s mind understand.



I have to go, Mommy, I say

She dutifully finds a service station

that pumps our gas,

checks our oil,

and washes our windshield



while she leads me around to the back

where the signs say

Men

Women

Colored



Mommy, what is colored? I say



I look at the bathroom

It smells bad

brown stuff is on the wet floor

It doesn’t have a door

I look up at my mommy’s face 

and see

anger 

sadness 

determination 



She takes me by the hand

together we storm the manager’s office

where she stands

and speaks to him of things I don’t understand.



Red-faced

he tells us to get off his property

he calls us a name

Mommy, what is nigger lover? I say

grasping her hand



Her face is flaming red 

but she holds her head high

carefully she helps me into the front seat

a rare treat



As we drive away

I see the tears that she wipes away

by pretending a bug flew in the window

and hit her eye.

I look up at her and put my smaller hand in hers

squeeze

I am little

but today I know about proud.



Dedicated to my mother, Wilma Cooper. It is a true story.




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text c. Cumberland Chronicle, graphics c. Jeannette Harris; October 2001. All rights reserved.
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