Hello and welcome to my official author's website - a place for you to encounter and hopefully enjoy the things I have written over the years about faith, family, and history.
I am a native and lifelong resident of Watauga County, North Carolina, nestled in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Appalachia, where many of my ancestors settled by the 1790s, resulting in some of my family having been here for eight or more generations. This rich and lengthy heritage sparked my early interest in genealogy and local history and, at the age of eleven (quite a few moons ago!), I embarked on a quest to write books about each of my four grandparents' families. I published three of those over a period of decades and have one more to complete. Beyond these genealogical endeavors, I have also delved into other aspects of my county's history (including a well-known murder case), resulting in the publication of a few other books, ideally with more to follow. Additionally, I have composed quite a few personal reflections about Bible passages, my faith in Jesus Christ, and the Christian life.
I am a graduate of Appalachian State University in my hometown of Boone, North Carolina (BA in Political Science/MA in Education with a social studies concentration) and also worked at the university for nine years before being employed at Samaritan's Purse, a Christian international relief organization, where I have worked for nearly thirty years.
Perhaps because I'm blood kin to a number of craftsmen, musicians, and storytellers, I have always needed and enjoyed creative outlets. Aside from writing, I have dabbled through the years in art (pencil drawings in particuar), residential design/decor (enjoying my log home, which sits on part of my maternal grandparents' former farm and has an inspiring view of the mountains), collecting and refinishing antiques, amateur photography, and even a bit of cooking.
I have also had the privilege to travel quite extensively, visiting more than 60 countries through both personal and work-related trips, and I have appreciated the opportunity to expand my worldview in the process. In the words of Mark Twain, “Travel is fatal to prejuidce, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness.... Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one’s lifetime.”
Again, welcome! If you have any questions or comments, please feel free to reach out. I am glad you are here.
Hello and welcome to my official author's website - a place for you to encounter and hopefully enjoy the things I have written over the years about faith, family, and history.
I am a native and lifelong resident of Watauga County, North Carolina, nestled in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Appalachia, where many of my ancestors settled by the 1790s, resulting in some of my family having been here for eight or more generations. This rich and lengthy...
On a cold and snowy night in 1972, three members of one family were murdered in their house on the outskirts of the small town of Boone, North Carolina. Strangled and placed headfirst into a water-filled bathtub, the victims were Bryce Durham, 51, owner of a local car dealership; his wife, Virginia Durham, 44, who provided clerical support for...
Prior to its formation in 1849, Watauga County was a hunting ground for the Cherokee and part of the trail blazed by frontiersman Daniel Boone, for whom the county seat was later named. Primarily settled by whites after the Revolutionary War, many of the county’s earliest families came to the Appalachians from the Piedmont region of North...
This Father’s Day marks my 20th year without mine. It’s hard to believe two decades have passed since I last saw him and heard his voice. Still, I was blessed to have him in my life for 41 years, and with the realization that not everyone is that fortunate, I don’t take those decades with my dad for granted nor the many wonderful memories I have of him.
For thirty years, he was a high school business teacher, and in the summertime, in addition to tending his yard and garden, he helped his own...
This past weekend, I completed a task I had been avoiding all spring. I pulled weeds. My prolonged neglect of them had resulted in their spread and multiplication, but since I live alone and seldom have visitors, I had convinced myself that addressing them was not a matter of urgency.
Who cares? They’re not bothering anyone. Nobody’s around to see them but me. But my mama and daddy raised me right, and I like things to look neat and well kept. I saw them, I cared, and ultimately, they bothered...
My multiple times great uncle, Isaiah “Zade” Wilcox, was born in 1796, and his own great uncle was the renowned frontiersman, Daniel Boone. Uncle Zade grew up as a farm boy in Wilkes County, North Carolina. Described as a natural genius, he learned to make wagons and to manipulate iron and steel, which enabled him to become a good blacksmith and gunsmith.
As an adult, Uncle Zade stood around 5’10” and weighed about 165 pounds. He was a good-looking man with a fair complexion, blue eyes, and...
