Appalachian Mountains

With the plaintive saw of Kalia Yeagle’s fiddle in the background, Hasee Ciaccio’s unsentimental rendering of the “Omie Wise
The world isn’t too big for us to screw up.
We have been enslaved into the social trends our ancestors avoided.
Dear Michael Bloomberg, Climate hope is refreshed from time to time with actions of climate resistance. While viewers across
Pete Seeger once said about Woody Guthrie’s music, “Any damn fool can get complicated. It takes genius to attain simplicity
"Hillbilly Elegy" and other sources demean my family and the region with their simple, dismissive narratives.
The health care bill that failed in Congress recently was nothing less than an attempt to slam the door on Eastern Kentucky
Among the hundreds of coal miners I have interviewed over the years, retired coal miner Chuck Nelson has always been among
There are times I can’t help but feel disappointment and frustration towards many of my fellow Appalachians. For over a century
Imagine a trip to France where you don't have to sweat the red eye across the ocean. That's because this place is much closer to the Empire State Building than the Eiffel Tower.
The main goal is to get people out into the North Carolina Mountains and do work that improves the amazing experience of being on the lake. It's a beautiful place and a popular spot for many grassroots environmental organizations.
Ms. Khazan, who lives in Washington, D.C., subtitles her piece with this sentence: "I drove from one of the healthiest counties in the country to the least healthy, both in the same state." The town she bills as the sickest town in the country is my hometown - Grundy, Virginia.
Cooper's most recent post lets us know he's somewhere in the Presidential Range of New Hampshire's White Mountains. Through
Faith is the frontier land of our existences in that faith calls us to go, to journey, to explore, to remind ourselves of what we consider important and valuable. Faith is that land just beyond the ridge that yearns for us to explore it.
Sitting down at a table in the corner, it would be easy to conclude that this was a small tavern in Italy with an odd obsession with West Virginia University athletics.