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Fred First holds masters degrees in Vertebrate Zoology and physical therapy, and has been a biology teacher and physical therapist by profession. He moved to southwest Virginia in 1975 and to Floyd County in 1997. He maintains a daily photo-blog, broadcasts essays on the Roanoke NPR station, and contributes regular columns for the Floyd Press and Roanoke's Star Sentinel. His two non-fiction books, Slow Road Home and his recent What We Hold in Our Hands, celebrate the riches that we possess in our families and communities, our natural bounty, social capital and Appalachian cultures old and new. He has served on the Jacksonville Center Board of Directors and is newly active in the Sustain Floyd organization. He lives in northeastern Floyd County on the headwaters of the Roanoke River.

Gramps Gets Night Cramps

I not uncommonly fall asleep on the love seat in the front room at bedtime, especially if the wood stove is glowing and radiating sleepiness into the darkness. As usual, last night I woke up after an hour or so,…

Fragments: ’20 Week 12

So: this week, without embellishment or comment. Label me Otherwise Distracted. But still poking around and pecking the keys. — F1st ⬅︎Consider subscribing to Fragments, published whenever, unpredictably on a whim. Join 1570 other subscribers (it says. That can’t be…

Morning Pages 18 March 20

And even now, there are moments that seem pleasant, hopeful, when I am excited to complete something, to start some new thing. The world feels familiar. Comfortable. Briefly ordinary. But like waking from one dream into another, it washes over…

Why The F (Word)

Catcher in the Rye used it five times. If you find an old copy in a second-hand book store, chances are some 12 year old (now 80-ish) underlined every instance. Back then, the f-word was outrageous; shocking; and hidden. And…

Fragments: ’20 Week 11

So if I set up a kind of schedule and framework–say for every Thursday–maybe I’ll do a better job of posting at least once a week? Does it matter? Only that it might make me less the tree blogging in…

Web Crawl Thursday 27 Feb 2020

Just clustering a few bits here this morning, from the past few days’ world watching and trying to gain traction on my own inefficiencies and perplexities. As a biology watcher, I do follow with special interest the world-health event we…

Home and Hearth

Replenish as you deplete: that has been the Rule of the Woodpile since we moved to Goose Creek in 1999 and spent our first winter in Y2K. Until maybe eight years ago, this meant extraordinary measures involving me (and oftentimes…