Editor’s Note

Editor’s Note

What is buried in the ground isn’t always what you think. It’s just the beginning.” With these evocative, mysterious words, Annette Saunooke Clapsaddle begins to draw the reader into the world of Cowney, a nineteen-year-old Cherokee man who serves as the protagonist in her debut novel Even As We Breathe.…

Winter 2019 Editor’s Note

At a recent conference focused on Appalachia, a prospective contributor approached our magazine’s exhibit booth and began perusing a recent issue. She had submitted some work during our last reading period, she told a student worker, and she indicated her familiarity with some of our contributors. Then she proceeded to…

Fall 2018 Editor’s Note

Each fall, Appalachian Heritage devotes a special section of the magazine to a featured author, and over the years we have celebrated some of the finest writers in the country. But this year is different. Instead of a single author, we have delved into our archives to present a collection…

Summer 2018 Editor’s Note

Don’t get above your raising. It’s a saying with which many, if not most, Appalachians are familiar. I have heard the phrase all my life, particularly from my family and many in my community when I left southeastern Kentucky at eighteen for an internship on Capitol Hill and subsequently to attend university in…

Winter 2018 Editor’s Note

I’ve been thinking a lot about Cincinnati lately, recalling the first glimpse of the Queen City as one rounds the bend on I-75 and begins the descent down toward the riverbed just before Covington. A few days ago, I opened my Internet browser and pulled up a map of the Ohio River on my screen, tracing its crooked…

Spring 2017 Editor’s Note

Earlier this spring, we were invaded by squirrels—a gang of wily creatures that leapt their way to our gutter from a towering walnut tree. But their play didn’t stop there. They found a small hole just beneath the overhang of the metal roof and enlarged it with their sharp little…

Winter 2017 Editor’s Note

One of the most formative moments of my life was when I acquired a library card. I was around seven, and one day after school my father, a high school history teacher, took me to the squat, brown-bricked building in downtown Pineville, Kentucky. The kind librarian at the desk handed…

Fall 2016 Editor’s Note

Ask any fiction writer and they will likely tell you there are glimpses of themselves in nearly every character they create. Their obsessions, desires, and fears are often tucked away in the shadows and clefts of their characters, a small part of the fictional whole. Readers are left to wonder…