New in April 2016
The Shady Sisters


New in 2014
Acts of Balance


New Historical Novel:
    Queens Never
    Make Bargains


    Questions for
    Midnight Fires


Walking into the Wild
Broken Strings


Nancy's Backstory


Ruth Willmarth


Nancy's Books:
Mad Season
Harvest of Bones
Poison Apples
Stolen Honey
Fire and Ice
Mad Cow     Nightmare
The above 5 novels in print, and now
e-books, Belgrave House.
The Losing


Nancy's Books for Children:
The Pea Soup

Agatha Award 2006
Best Children's/YA Novel
Down the Strings
The Great Circus
    Train Robbery

Agatha Finalist


Make Your Own
Vermonters at
    their Craft


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How I Write
An Interview with
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    with Nancy
Brief Bio For Busy Librarians (and other readers)
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Nancy Means Wright


    The only position I could ever do correctly
    in yoga class was the corpse. I would
    close my eyes and collapse on the floor and
    the teacher wouldn’t have to shove
    an elbow, knee, or ankle into a place it couldn’t—
    or wouldn’t—go until one day she told us

    to stand on one leg and I was about to
    fall when someone to my left touched my
    shoulder with a finger; a woman to my right
    did the same—the barest touch—and I
    touched them, and eight women on eight feet
    stood in a circle and not one of us fell.

    And I recall the sunrise you and I got
    up in the dark to view at Bryce Canyon, a bitter
    cold morning—a dozen strangers, we
    slowly massed together, arms linked, until we
    were one amorphous whole; then the sun
    rose, like a pastor blessing his flock, and we were

    warm, like today, when even the smallest puff
    of wind will send me off-balance and spinning into a void...
    and you, with a single word, hold me up.

by Nancy Means Wright                   


Published in The Comstock Review


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