Tuning in the Loft Up in the loft, the pipes are separated from the choir space behind narrowly slatted walls on the east and west. I sit at the two manual pipe organ, pulling stops and holding down t...
Finding Inspiration in the Rhythms of Mountain Life The Rhythm of the Loom Helen sat at her loom on the porch, shifting the shuttle through the shed, then pulling the heddle to the weft. Left, pull. R...
An Eco-Conscious Calling My teenage daughter wants to be an environmental scientist and save the polar bears. She loves all the little animals, asks me to plant pollinator flowers in our garden, hangs...
A Surprising Solution for Bugs I drew up a rough sketch of the landscape design as they were talking about paint colors for the porch. “I’m worried about bugs. Is there anything you can do...
The Creative Pulse of Tennessee’s Oldest Town: Discovering Mill Spring Makers Market Every time I get to Jonesborough, Tennessee, I can feel it. The place just has a spirit. Not one of those mus...
First Encounters with Gourd Art I had never heard of gourd art until I moved to Bristol, Virginia, and passed through Memphis. We stopped at my wife’s Uncle Jim’s and Aunt Mashelle’s...
The Golden Hour Picnic It’s early summer, and we’ve finished our burgers, crumpling the greasy wrappers and depositing them into covered bins. We return to our blanket, sipping the last of...
On February 28, 2026, I had the rare chance to step back in time at the Tipton-Haynes State Historic Site. I was there to see the reenactment of the Battle of the State of Franklin, which stands out a...
There are grand openings, and then there are experiences. Today, Appalachian Highlands Farmers Magazine had the honor of attending one of those experiences. The relocation Grand Opening celebration fo...
Frances’ Macaroni and Cheese “Frances!” I jog her down, catching her in the foyer of The Church of Jesus Christ. “Frances, your macaroni and cheese was the star of the show aga...
