I could hear Tony tearing up the trail from Squirrel Creek toward our campsite in the middle of a blueberry patch in remote Avery County, North Carolina. All the forest creatures could hear him, too.
Tony was anything but subtle when he’d caught a fish and he wanted every thrush, every gray squirrel, every white-tail deer, every groundhog and—most of all—me to know he’d hooked a penny-bright, native, feisty rainbow trout.
It's hard to imagine that posing for a photograph could change a life -- uniting a Virginia man with a woman living 7,000 miles away, but that's exactly what happened when Staunton writer Carey Keefe went on vacation with her husband.
With Mother's Day on the way, many are wracking their brains -- trying to come up with just the right gift. Charlottesville author Deborah Prum doesn't really care what she gets from her kids -- but she knows there's one gift she won't be giving them.
I’m about to tell you a cautionary tale involving food, phones, fighting and fire.
One evening while preparing dinner, I was on the phone arguing with my oldest son. I don’t remember the subject, I just know I was right and he was wrong. And, I told him so as I lay green beans on a metal steamer in a pot, forgot to add water, then placed the pan over high heat on the stovetop.