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The Smell of Wood Smoke
On winter mornings, the smell wood smoke in the air reminds me of my family’s wood stove. Our wood-fired cook stove stood in the dining room near the table. It was cast iron and had several cooking eyes, a water reservoir, and a baking oven. Read more
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Children of a Harsh Bliss is A Spiritual and Generational Classic
During the 1960s and 1970s, I remember seeing Hari Krishnas in the streets of San Francisco, New York and at airports with incense in the air, chanting, dancing, praising God in their orange sarongs and pantaloons with close-shaved hair. Read more
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Trick-or-Treating in Appalachia
Secured with a thin rubber band that bit into the back of our heads, the masks were pre-formed plastic, a one-size-fits-all designation, which, we all recall, didn’t fit a single one of us. Read more
Trick-or-Treating in Appalachia
Secured with a thin rubber band that bit into the back of our heads, the masks were pre-formed plastic, a one-size-fits-all designation, which, we all recall, didn’t fit a single one of us. Read more
Sep 23, 2024
The Critter Kegger
Here at the farm, we’ve had an influx of undesirable critters. I don’t know who posted a “Welcome” sign at the entrance of our property, but Poppa and I would be much obliged if the critters would just move on out and mind their own business. Read more
Aug 1, 2024
Our Last Hike
Years ago, my family and I spent a lot of time on Garden Creek Road in McDowell County, North Carolina, visiting my grandmother in the white frame house where my father’s family settled after they moved from East Tennessee to Western North Carolina. Read more
Aug 1, 2024
Photo Essay, June/July 2024
Our readers share their photos from around the Southern Appalachians. Read more
May 25, 2024
A Celebration of Best Friends
When I decided to write about my friends, I believed it would be a recollection of stories celebrating the special women in my life. But as my deadline approached I found myself at a loss. Read more
May 25, 2024
Squirrel Hunting
During my early childhood, John was like a grandfather to me. Though he was a neighbor—the husband of my babysitter, Dora—I called him Grandpa and believed he was my grandpa, just as I considered Dora my grandma. Read more
May 25, 2024
