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D is for Daybreak in Appalachia
The mist rises up from the river Clinging to the mountains like a quilt Velvety greens and blacks held together by threads of white The valley is waking Soon the day will begin The mist will evaporate into the rays of the sun The streets will fill with cars and commotion But for
Appalachian Artisan #WordlessWednesday
Photo taken at Red Caboose in Huntington, WV. My creations can be found there. The Red Caboose Regional Artisan Center features creative, and often one-of-a-kind, works from our region’s artisans, artists and authors. Follow them on Facebook and Instagram.
Anthony Bourdain Saw the Heart of Appalachia and Understood It
Anthony Boudain understood us like no outsider has. He saw the hearts and souls of the people of West Virginia. This world is a little less bright today for me as I mourn a friend I never actually met.
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Banshee Scream #SoCS
Ever heard a panther scream? Sounds like a woman screaming. Maybe that’s where the story of banshees comes from. Maybe it’s the wind howling through the cracks in the frame that make that howling noise. The wolf panting at the door. Let me in or I’ll huff and puff and blow your house down. Down or
10 of My Favorite WV Pics
I love Instagram. If you’re not following me you really should. I share everything from dogs and cats to crochet and sunsets. I love taking photos and when my phone is working right I share them on Instagram. Here are 10 of my favorite pictures of West Virginia I have found on Instagram this month
Bashful Smile
Could this child be a relative, maybe a distant cousin with those blonde eyelashes like mine and that nose that looks like my son’s? I don’t recollect any family in the Scott’s Run area but sometimes families traveled when a mine closed.
A Childhood Memory
I woke up to the smell of bacon and the sounds of the men preparing for a day of long hard work. I heard the women singing hymns as they rattled the pans on the stove. I heard the creak of the old oven door, the sound of homemade biscuits. I peered out the window
Sunshine and a Wringer Washer
Isn’t it strange how sounds can take you back in time. Whenever I wash clothes and hear the sound of the washer agitating it takes me back through the generations of women in my family. I remember my grandmother, my Nanny, sorting clothes on the kitchen floor on laundry day. Lights, darks, towels,
Food for the Starving
The city I live in is considered ground zero for the opioid epidemic. In a city that has less than 50,000 people, 1 in 4 adults is addicted to an opiate and 1 in every 10 babies born in 2016 were born addicted.
There’s a Dead Body in the Street
This is the phone call I woke up to this morning. Trying to collect my senses as I wiped the sleep from my eyes. Listening to my daughter but not fully awake enough to actively participate in the conversation. Daughter calling from her job: Mom are you okay? Me: what? I just woke … Daughter: Just