The blues all smush together into this hazy mist. No distinction between land and sky. Emerald water smushes seamlessly into swaths of cotton ball clouds. The Korean family’s chatter from camp still echoes within. Forest lava, I hear the little girl cry out to her childhood comrades. From the camp nestled next to us under…

I sit, toes curled beneath me, letting the wind whip and woosh over and around every contour and crevice. Overhead a trio of geese honk their daily song. It echoes out like some kind of bicycle circus chorus. Haahhnk. Hawaahnnk. Hawaahnnnkk. I stick out my tongue to check for salt in the air like I…

When looking at corn varieties and farming in southern Appalachia, there is no greater teacher on the subject than the Cherokee. Heirloom seed saver and registered member of the Eastern Band of Cherokee Indians Harold Long, alongside his wife Nancy Long, certainly have stories to share on the subject. “With seeds, there are so many…

Winding up the curvy mountain roads from Leicester into the area known as the Sandy Mush community, you’ll find yourself gazing out into expansive rolling fields dotted with old barns, rows of crops, an occasional tractor and small home nestled within. As you continue to navigate your way up, up, up the mountain on a…

As many of you know, I’ve been working with the wonderful folks at The Lord’s Acre over the past six months, assisting in administrative capacities, setting up and organizing their online platforms, helping to clarify their message, clean up important documents, pages of their website and more alongside their board and staff. These wonderful folks…