When I first came to this mountain, I felt it was a special place, a magical place. Over the years, I’ve seen many strange things here. Although I have no magic, as some here have, I observe nature. Many in my village in Mexico believed in de Hadas, the fairies, and I learned that you […]
My Granny McCabe told me that whatever I needed in life could be found right here in these hills. “You only have to be needy enough and strong enough to take it,” she had said. When we made a pact to hand out some hard justice to them that deserved it, I told the girls […]
When I moved to Peachtree Hollow, I knew I’d found a magical place. Leaving the city, my shitty husband and a dead-end job to bring my kids home to the mountains had been the right thing to do. My new neighbor, Juanita, is a strong determined woman and reminds me of women in my own […]
I’m not like the others. I don’t dress like them, I don’t sound like them and I don’t think like them, but I’m starting to catch on. Raised by hippie parents in the suburbs, I moved here to get back to nature and make pots. Most of the time I’m broke and show up at […]
From the time I was a little girl I could work magic. The “knowing” came down to me from my mother’s people all the way back through our Scotts ancestors. I already knew the herbs and roots needed for simple remedies and spells, but my Aunt Minna showed me the powerful ones, like witch hazel, […]
Allie had always believed in magic. Her grandparents who raised her knew which plants were poisonous and which contained healing qualities. They relied on the phases of the moon to plant the crops coaxed from rocky hill country soil. When the moon was full, strange and magical things happened. She looked out at the snow-covered […]
