what she has to say for herself

sepia471As a writer, I’ve worn many hats: poet, playwright, novelist, essayist, journalist. It’s been an auspicious journey. Along the way, I was mentored by then US Poet Laureate Howard Nemerov; novelist Harry Crews; and by my parents, accomplished writers in their own right.

My work has been recognized by the Montana Newspaper Association for excellence in the areas of Freedom of Information, Community Service, feature writing, health care, education, history and sports. I am proud to be the recipient of the Silver Gavel Award, a fellow of the Montana Arts Council and a two time nominee for the Pulitzer Prize in journalism.

I’ve interviewed celebrities, death row inmates, federal judges, bus drivers, divas, other writers, foxhunters, coroners, cops, strippers, ranchers, stockyard workers, hockey players, actors, railroadmen, the man who fired Walter Cronkite, and a lot of regular people with extraordinary stories. My mother says that “Tell Me Your Story” must be written across my forehead, and maybe it is, because people do. And that’s fine, I never get tired of the stories.

A book of essays is in the works, balanced with my other full time endeavors as wife, mother to a gifted cellist, and dog nanny. We live in the Midwest, with a houseful of American Foxhounds and a couple of Chesapeake Bay Retrievers.

                                                                                                                              ~ Larkin Vonalt


§ 10 Responses to what she has to say for herself

  • Emily says:

    I am so happy to have found your blog.

  • Lauri Campbell Loaiza says:

    Thank you Ms. Vonalt for the time poured into your blog on Tara Reistad Bowman. I grew up in Bozeman. You captured everything. Well done.

  • Pat Scagnoli says:

    Dearest Larkin – I want to send you an Xmas card & letter, but I don’t have your address in Ohio. Last I knew you were living in Montana with dogs and horses and Elmer and your son. E-mail me your new address – I want to keep in touch. I found this story fascinating – I love crime novels, TV shows, movies. Merry Christmas. Love, Pat S

  • Terri says:

    You need to mention that you kicked ass at the adult spelling bee in Livingston Montana, and against some mighty formidable foes.

  • larkinvonalt says:

    Yep, I spell better than every celebrity writer in Livingston, MT and I can prove it. (And God only knows there are plenty of ’em too.) Thanks, Terri.

  • CJ says:

    Larkin, your writing is wonderful.

  • Regarding your story Breathless – I would like to share with you “the rest of the story” and explore how the sins of father’s are visited on their children and how the cycle CAN be broken.

  • Kate says:

    Jimmy as in James Dean Johnson did find his way home to his aunt. I know that because he left a message to me with the truckdriver who drove him there. Jimmy never ran away, he was taken in trafficking with permission from a family member. When he managed to get out, I warned him for both of his families, Jimmy knew why. But obviously he decided that he should be able to trust his aunt. When I found out where he was dropped of, I knew I would never see him again. I miss that guy still today. His home made tatoo was blue, not every tear drop was filled in, that is not written anywhere. I know it because he was my friend, at the place he was taken to. A place I call HELL. We used to be 1100 survivors, last year we were reduced to 450. Someone is hunting us.
    We need help, but no one seems to care. Cops don’t do anything about this, I’ve tried to get help, but they don’t seem to care.
    Jimmy will never be forgotten, he’ll always have special place in my heart.
    Yours Sincerely

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