Hello, and welcome to Appalachian Tales. This is where I come to express all facets of myself. To tell my story as only I can tell it. As only I should tell it. It is an exercise in honesty and self-examination, not ego. It is offered in a “can you believe this happened?” spirit, not a “how great am I?” one. It is more akin to accounting. Or testimony. For your sake, I also intend for it to be entertaining, if not thought provoking.
This is a living multimedia memoir—produced while events are sill being processed, not years later once everything has been neatly resolved and largely forgotten. It’s an unlikely story that unfolded from a single unifying perspective, in places and under circumstances that still feel surreal.
The posts appear in a curated sequence, but the work was not and will not be created that way. I write as inspiration moves me, rather than in chronological or even logical order. Some offerings are narrative. Some are reflective. Some are analytical. Some are editorial. Some sit uncomfortably in between. That is intentional.
A book in progress about moving to North Carolina to escape the pandemic and find adventure. (Subscriber content includes 23 chapters consisting of 16,368 words as of 1/25/2026.)
An eyewitness multimedia account of a natural disaster.
See what it was like when a major studio series production came to a tiny town in the remote Appalachian Mountains of Western North Carolina. (Subscriber content includes on-set video as well as many more of my exclusive BTS photos.)