A real Ashevillain, from the fabled town of Asheville, NC. There aren't too many of us "from here" any more, but don't ask about the secret handshake. Few people know I blog; they think I work for corporate America. I do. Both. There's probably a secret handshake for that, too. You can think of me as a "locavore," if you like: someone who consumes local food and culture. I'm not just local, though--I like finding out interesting stuff from all over the place, traveling, tasting, reading, writing fiction (actually, I write non-fiction--I just don't let my family read it and get mad at me for spilling the beans. There are some pretty funky beans to spill, sometimes, but that's just a fact of life in the South...), and lots of other things. If I think of them, maybe I'll blog about them.
“Nevin’s Gift” was published in Appalachian Heritage in August 1997. When I wrote it, I was thinking of the story of my grandfather’s parents–my grandfather told us how his father left the mountains of eastern Tennessee to travel over to Hot Springs, telling his family he was going to find ‘the prettiest girl there’ and marry her. This isn’t their story, exactly, but it has elements of the time and place…enjoy!More