Granny Woman

Tag: Myths

  • Thanksgiving With Enna Mae

    Thanksgiving With Enna Mae

    “Alright now, y’all settle. Set them forks down. This ain’t gonna take long, but it’ll land where it needs to. I’m gonna tell you a story that a Cherokee medicine woman named Salali told me when I was not much older than some of you young ones. We were sittin’ by the creek, sun droppin’…

  • Part 5: Poppy of the Painted Wagon

    Part 5: Poppy of the Painted Wagon

    Poppy weren’t born into stillness.She came into this world like lightning — bright, loud, and too magical to hold in your bare hands. A girl who believed in every spark of wonder life ever offered, from dandelion fluff to the way a river answers your thoughts if you sit quiet enough.She’d give her heart clean…

  • Granny Remembering Enna Mae

    Granny Remembering Enna Mae

    Now let me think back on Enna Mae a spell…Lord, that girl weren’t born like the rest of us.Came in quiet on a storm night,wind rattlin’ the cabin and rain hittin’ the roof like God tappin’ His fingers.Her mama said she opened her eyes wide right off,just lookin’ around that room like she hadn’t been…

  • Part Three: The Preacher’s Wife

    Part Three: The Preacher’s Wife

    Now you listen close, ‘cause this one’ll stir the coals in your chest if you’ve ever worn a smile that didn’t fit.The second woman come to Sugar Holler on a night so clear you could see every star like pinholes in heaven’s quilt. She walked, not rode—feet bare, hem torn, eyes fixed on the moon…

  • Part One: Enna Mae of Sugar Holler

    Part One: Enna Mae of Sugar Holler

    Now don’t you go lettin’ the name fool ya.Sugar Holler ain’t sweet ‘cause of no candy. It got its name from the stills—back when the menfolk were runnin’ shine thick as creekwater and the law was too tired or too scared to find the smoke. The air used to smell like mash and honeysuckle had…

  • Water Knows My Name

    Water Knows My Name

    The river carries everything—messages tucked like minnows,memories sliding smooth against the stones. I don’t reach for it.I just lean close,let its song find me. The surface shimmers,and faces rise—smiling, radiant,light stitched into their edges.They don’t speak with lips,they ripple through the water. I listen with my bones.Every secret it sharescomes all at once:image, ache, whisper,…

  • Corncobs In My Britches

    Corncobs In My Britches

    Once upon a September evening, a certain Granny Woman laced up her knee-high rubber boots like she was suiting up for battle. Not a battle with men, nor beasts, but with a field of grass tall enough to hide a small cow. Armed with nothing but garden shears and pure stubbornness, she tromped out in…

  • Parker’s Moon

    Parker’s Moon

    Once upon a mountain evening, the Moon climbed over the ridge—round, bright, and ready to shine her silver face. But as she rose, she saw a child below. The girl’s hair was spun so golden it gleamed white in the dew, curls catching the last of the day’s light. The Moon gasped. “What brightness is…

  • The River’s Four Keepers

    The River’s Four Keepers

    Long before the mountains had names, a river wound through the heart of the world.It was said this river did not simply flow — it remembered.And in its memory lived four keepers, each bound to a season of the water’s journey. The Quiet Keeper She held the headwaters in her cupped hands,catching the first light…

  • The Flamekeeper

    The Flamekeeper

    Once upon a time, in a green and secret hollow wrapped in the arms of a mountain, there lived a woman who fed the world with color and fire. She was not a queen, nor a witch, nor a girl — but something more ancient than all three. She was called The Flame Keeper. Each…