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“Once in a while, as she sat there, a whippoorwill would call under the window, an owl would hoot from down in the pasture, or out in the woods there would be the quavery little cry of a screech owl, and these were her favorite sounds. They bespoke the mystery of the night, not sweetly but hauntingly, half savagely, the way it was. Ah, the way it was even among humans . . . ”
— Wilma Dykeman, The Tall Woman
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These Aren’t the Appalachians You’re Looking For
People with roots in Appalachia are taught to stand up to people because we haven’t forgotten what was taken from us. It is a huge region, but each major area has been pushed too far too often, with little agency or choice. For those in coal country, they lost their land to coercion, resource speculation, and railroad land use laws. They then found themselves bound in . . .
















