Saturday we sat on the Doorsill with Jane. Apparently, she had summoned each of us up through the silence, to keep the vigil for her. We circled around her, knowing she would cross over that doorsill soon, alone, turning into […]

by Dawn Young This is an Appalachian story because it is about resourceful people taking care of their own with little trust in institutions or reference to societal expectations. It is also an Appalachian story because it is about people […]