A Turtle Shell for Granny’s Grave
Mountain girls make their own way in the world. As a rule, they aren’t the delicate type. They’re happy to wade through a creek or dig in a yard. They…
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Celebrating in Shepherdstown & Sharpsburg
When I can’t find anything nice to say about DC–and there are those days–I tell people that it’s a great city to escape. Within a two hour drive, we have…
Ramps: Loving Them to Death?
Right now, ramps are hotter than poppa bear’s porridge. You can’t walk into a farmer’s market or restaurant without catching a whiff of their pungent delights. This is good for our…
Pickle Ramps While You Can
Ramps season 2013 is one for the books. Festivals have sprouted up faster than ramp shoots, ramp recipes are being traded like baseball cards, and the media must be smoking…
Short Story: The Used-to-Be-Dog
Not many folks remember Billy C. Clark, an Appalachian writer who churned out eight popular books during the 1950s and 60s. His autobiography A Long Row to Hoe was named to…
New Guide to NC Mountain Music
This time of year, you can’t skip a rock in the North Carolina mountains without accidentally hitting a musician or music venue. The region is chock full of bluegrass nights…
Blue Ridge Hosts Toughest Marathon
Next Saturday, folks from across the region and around the world will make their way to the Star City of the South. Roanoke, Virginia plays host to the Foot Levelers…
7 Tips for a Sure Fire Garden
Spring has finally sprung, and it has Crystal Vaughan, our friend over at Red Hill General Store, pulling out her spade and watering can. An avid gardener, she took time…
A Visual Love Letter to Appalachia
Roger May photographs the mountains with the longing of a lost son. He left them when he was just fourteen years old. His family relocated to Raleigh. He did a…
Mountain-Made Easter Treats
Lately, I’ve been making a lot of Cadbury Cream Egg runs. I’ll be at the gym or out for errands, and Ryan will text — Can you go to CVS?…
Got the Appalachian Blues?
You say mountain music, and I imagine the plingy-plang of a bluegrass band, but this relative newcomer is pre-dated by a slew of traditional Appalachian styles. We’ve got soaring Sunday…