A porch light, a story, and a little mountain wisdom…
My daddy’s the kind of man who’ll stand in line and let every last person go ahead of him. He’ll smile, tip his head, and say, “You go on, I’m in no hurry.” Folks call him cute—and they’re right. There’s a gentleness in him that seems to slow the world down for a minute. I was raised around that kind of calm, the kind that smells of woodsmoke and coffee and fresh-cut hay.
I live now in the rolling hills of Kentucky, but my roots run deep into the mountains of Appalachia. My folks were from up around Honaker, Virginia, and Big A Mountain. Those ridges and ‘hollers’ shaped my people and my stories, and they still whisper their wisdom when the wind comes down the valley.
That same spirit is what I hope you feel when you visit The Appalachian Sage.
This is my place to share the old ways: the herbs that heal, the stories that linger, and the small blessings that still live in these hills. You’ll find bits of folklore, recipes from the garden, and tales about women healers who mended more than bones. Some days it’ll be quiet reflection; other days, a dash of Powwow charm or mountain humor to make you smile.
So pull up a chair, pour yourself a cup of tea, and stay awhile.
There’s room on this porch for everyone who believes that kindness still matters and that healing can come from both the heart and the holler. 🌿
“I live in the rolling hills of Kentucky, but my roots run deep into the mountains of Appalachia—Honaker, Virginia, and Big A Mountain. Welcome to The Appalachian Sage, a place for stories, herbs, and healing from the heart and the holler.”