chrissie anderson peters

Appalachian Author

Chrissie Anderson Peters is a Southwest Virginia native and the author of three books: Dog Days and Dragonflies, Running From Crazy, and Blue Ridge Christmas. Her writing can also be found  in Pine Mountain Sand & Gravel, The Mildred Haun Review, Still: The Journal, and Clinch Mountain Review, among other publications. Chrissie is currently at work on her fourth book, which is tentatively titled Chasing After Rainbows

Dog Days and Dragonflies
Running From Crazy
Blue Ridge Christmas

I’ve been writing almost as long as I’ve been reading. Words have always been a comfort and a strength…

Chrissie Anderson Peters takes us into the complicated, dark, and beautiful heart of contemporary Appalachia with these intriguing stories, essays, and poems.

Silas House, author of Same Sun Here and Parchment of Leaves

If you’re looking for brave vision in a new voice, Dog Days and Dragonflies is the book for you. Chrissie Anderson Peters’ stories of friendship, hardship, family love and betrayal will stay with you long past the last page

George Ella Lyon, author of She Let Herself Go

Again and again, Chrissie Anderson Peters reminds us about everything that’s magical, revealing the true spirit of Christmas.

Denton Loving, author of Crimes Against Birds

Recent Writing

Holiday Showcase at The Paramount

Holiday Showcase at The Paramount

For something billed as a “Holiday Showcase,” the performances last night lacked a lot of holiday cheer. Not to say they weren’t great performances, but maybe they just should have been billed as something closer to the reality that they were – a showcase of...

The Polar Express

The Polar Express

I love Christmas. Gift-giving. Decorations. Music. Movies. All of it. If not for the cold temperatures, I would say it’s my favorite time of year – it is my favorite holiday and always has been. When a local movie theater, Abingdon Cinemall, announced a holiday...

Where Does God Live?

Where Does God Live?

I In alabaster temples whiter than purest snow, with dragons standing guard, watching over, to protect and pray. II In the grandeur of gilded cathedrals, flung with finest fabrics, the Virgin Mother, heart-broken, always crying for the world. III In the humble church...