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In her 2014 Annaliese From Off, novelist and journalist Lindy Keane Carter introduced readers to Annaliese Stregal, a young wife and mother who follows her husband away from a comfortable life in Louisville, Kentucky, to the hills of North Georgia. Read more

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Author Robert Beatty introduced a generation of readers to Asheville’s Biltmore Estate, the setting for his wildly popular Serafina novels. Now, he’s shining a similar light on the Great Smoky Mountains National Park. Read more

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Sometimes a writer so imaginatively recreates a place and a people that the book becomes a time machine, sweeping us into the past so effectively that when we finish reading the last page we feel as if we have breathed the air of a different century. Read more

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I delight in books of literary compendia. Sometimes, of course, I quarrel with the selections. Read more

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That spring the late afternoon thunderstorms had become such a regular occurrence that Eddie and I knew the minute those fast moving black clouds made the sun blink the first time that we needed to head for the house. Read more

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Good News

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“You need to get up there and see about it,” she said. “The whole county is talking about it. Something about a snake bite. They say his heart stopped for several minutes, that he should be dead.” Read more

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The Red Scooters

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Every single time we had a chance to talk with Santa Claus, we would both hopefully beg for the red scooters. The more we tried to talk about them at home, the more thoroughly our parents both pretended to ignore us. Read more

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Where the Sun is Now

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Zeno's eighth birthday went unnoticed both by himself as well as by the older man and woman with whom he lived, Eldred and Bobbie, the couple to whom his mother and father had swapped him for a sum of money he didn’t know. Read more

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Jill Laughlin, a recently retired American English teacher, knew she was not objective about severed ears. Indeed, her emotions regarding ears given as gifts were heavily influenced by her own experience as a child with such an item. Read more

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It had started to snow on our tiny yellow cottage in Shuffletown as dusk came on, and when the call came from Patricia, there were probably six inches in our backyard—a rarity in that part of the North Carolina Piedmont. Read more

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Those who knew him called him Mr. Cole and never anything else. They knew he was old, weathered, alert, stumpy, blue-eyed and vinegary. He wore faded jeans and a blue cotton shirt with a darker blue bandana tucked in at the neck. Read more

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Weldon Flowers peered into the big aquarium where exotic fish swam listlessly through faux coral. One garishly bright blue fish turned and looked at him as if he recognized him. Maybe he did. Read more

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One of my earliest memories is of watching Babe Ward arrive on his red Farmall International tractor to break our fields in early spring. I must have been about three years old, for we were living in the old Morgan house. Read more

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Sheba and her grandmother, Bethel, stroll down the road toward the square dance in the gathering shadows of the gloaming. Already summer has died. This is a world made of trees, and they are all showing their colors before they fall. Read more

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Lily sat on the porch, the day’s plowing done and her year-old child asleep in his crib. In her hands, the long steel needles clicked together and spread apart in a rhythmic sparring as the yarn slowly unspooled from the pocket of her gingham dress. Read more

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