Hope Between the Pages

Hope Between the Pages

Decades ago, on my first trip to Southern Appalachia during college, I visited the Biltmore House in Asheville, North Carolina. That’s when I fell in love with the Smoky Mountains, the surrounding area, and its people—as an outsider and a Northerner. But author Pepper...
Whose Waves These Are

Whose Waves These Are

Whenever I visit new places, I often buy a piece of artwork by a local artist, usually a painting or drawing. In Maine, the lighthouses intrigued me the most.  Of course I couldn’t decide among them, so I ended up with two framed prints. One of them is the Pemaquic...
Count the Nights by Stars

Count the Nights by Stars

When I read Devil in the White City years ago, I was fascinated by the 1893 Columbian Exposition in Chicago. Not just the World’s Fair and all its creativity, but the juxtaposition of evil running rampant at the same time. Four years later came the Tennessee...
The Memory House

The Memory House

We all have memories associated with a place we call home, particularly ones we grew up in. Some memories are happy and pleasant, some might be sorrowful. But a house is much more than a place where we spend time growing up. At best, it’s a place of laughter,...
What I Would Tell You

What I Would Tell You

My daughter and son recently got 23andMe DNA tests. Fortunately, no unknown relatives showed up. But we did learn a few things. I have a lot of Dutch on my side of the family, but it was confirmed we had more French in our background than expected. Besides my...

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