There’s a worn out ol’ apple tree out there in Granny’s yard, and it’s about as old as Granny herself. That tree has faithfully gifted us with the best golden apples this side of Clinch Mountain. It looks give out and haggard, just like Granny does every now and then. Now Granny didn’t let what … Continue reading Bad Apple Pie
This is a sacred place, you know. Oh, yes. You know as well as I do. I think on Granny’s old house, the one we all spent the whole of our youths in, the one that was haunted by familiar spirits. Ghosts, indeed. Some will call us crazy or ignore us altogether. But we know … Continue reading Days of the Dog Star
It’s been four months since my last confession, my last reflections on the flaws and flowers that grow here. Now I’m not Catholic; there ain’t many folk of that denomination around these parts anyway. Religion is very apocalyptic here in Central Appalachia, truth be told. But I once attended a Catholic wedding, if that counts, … Continue reading Devil’s Den: The New Appalachia
Now I was always advised that silence is golden, and I’d be best off in the end to keep my mouth shut and my thoughts to myself and behave like a lady, lest I be thought a wild woman. Well, I’ve been thinking on that good ol’ advice, and I’ve come to my own conclusions. … Continue reading Golden: A Love Letter to Appalachia
Oh, good Lord, the chill has arrived. As much as Fall in the mountains inspires us with its palette of gold and firelit scarlet and melancholy reverie, that chill is not a welcome visitor. No, not at all, not for us summer folk. That chill stays too long and gets more comfortable the longer it … Continue reading This Ain’t Witchcraft. It’s Wildcraft.
Now I want you little sisters to remember this one thing if you don’t recollect another thing: dying ain’t the worst thing that’ll ever happen to you. The worst thing is to die before you get your call. And let me tell you the truth as I know it. You there, you lean in and … Continue reading Wise Whispers from the Granny Witches
“Don’t tell ’em about the lights,” Granny had always warned me. “Too many folks out there will blame ’em on the ol’ devil. And they’ll take ya down to the church house and have ya prayed on and think ya got hellions in ya. So just don’t tell ’em.” I first mentioned the lights to Granny, … Continue reading Don’t Tell ’em About the Lights