by Ann Hite
Mama had these little crystal bowls that sat by each dinner plate. Each bowl held a few drops of water so we could dip our fingers in the bowl before we ate our meal. Somewhere Mama got the idea that it was a sign of class like we had money or something. One [...]
Southern Legitimacy Statement:
Well, some ten generations of us dirt farming Yelton’s have trod the good soil of Virginia and North Carolina. I am a Rutherford Countian by birth and live there now after periodic exiles to Charlotte, Greensboro and Atlanta (which used to be a Southern city). I study the Civil War and live it in my waking dreams. I admire Lee and Jackson, Longstreet and Hill. My great-grandfather shed blood at Amelia Courthouse when Lee’s miserables were forced to skedaddle west and south by the Yankee hordes.
I travel on foot, in my thoughts, and sometimes in my dreams to the high mountains of the Old North State as often as possible. Their pull on me is strong. I like to write about them and their mysteries. They are as old and inscrutable as the moon.
I love Southern writing, though I find Faulkner a bit dense and claustrophobic. I prefer Pat Conroy, Howard Bahr, and James Lee Burke.
Life on Black Mountain
a short story collection by Ann Hite
Life on Black Mountain
A short story collection by Ann Hite
Life on Black Mountain
A short story collection by Ann Hite
Life on Black Mountain
A short story collection by Ann Hite
Life on Black Mountain
A short story collection by Ann Hite
Life on Black Mountain
A short story collection by Ann Hite
Life on Black Mountain
A short story collection by Ann Hite
Life on Black Mountain
A short story collection by Ann Hite
Life on Black Mountain
A short story collection by Ann Hite