Author: Andrea Green Burton
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Tucked in the Mountains
I’ve been living in the mountains of southwest Virginia for about five months now, and it really took no time for me to adjust to the new terrain around me. I grew up in southeast Michigan and Florida, and then lived most of my adult life in west central Ohio…some of the flattest places on…
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Dance With Me
A few weeks ago, we went to a fall festival in the mountains of southwest Virginia. It was a laid-back affair without too many activities. So after the kids got their faces painted, and one tried her hand at a BB gun for the first time, we found ourselves in the pavilion listening to a…
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Twice Loved

My parents have just left after staying with us for five days. It was a great short week, maybe a little stressful at times, but we loved being together, and the kids immensely enjoyed the time with their grandparents. It’s a new-old experience for us. For the first four years of our life with kids,…
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Necessary Confidence
Writing a historical novel is terrifying. By training, I am a historian, so my desire to “get it right” and be historically accurate is strong. When I read a historical novel, I want to be immersed in the story and connect with the characters, but I also want it to be a learning experience. A…
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A Ring, A Woman, A Family
From my earliest days of childhood, I can remember being fascinated by my grandmother’s ring. It is a Mother’s Ring, with four gemstones representing the birth months of her four children. I remember learning to which of my dad’s siblings each stone belonged, and I often sat with her to look at the ring and…
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Bursting Forth Anyway
On an early spring walk with my family, when the sun was shining bright and hot but standing in the shade still sent a chill through our bones, I came across a daffodil. It had no bud or bloom yet, but its green, softly rounded leaves had shot up from the ground and stood six…
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Just Let Me Wallow…a Little
Our family has faced some significant challenges in the past year. I won’t go into the details, and what we’ve been going through is certainly not much compared to what others deal with. But for us, for our family in the middle of it, it has been tough. Sometimes I like to voice my frustrations…
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When It All Started
I knew I wanted to be a writer when I was nine years old. My fourth grade teacher set aside weekly writing time, where I took my love of reading a step further and created my own stories. At the time, most of them were simply my own life experiences, fictionalized with name changes. But…
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A Breathtaking View
I have always been in awe of the Appalachians and found them much more magnificent than their rockier, western counterparts. As a teenager, traveling from Michigan to visit family in Washington, DC, I looked forward to winding through the mountains on the Pennsylvania Turnpike, no matter the season. This week, my husband and I had…
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Everyone needs cheerleaders…
…and you are mine! This site is a bit of a scary new adventure for me. I have been writing for nearly thirty years, but I am ready to convert my hobby into something a little bit more. To be frank, I want to make it my career. When I was younger and had a…