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

The Dining Room Team Turns It Around

The Dining Room Team Turns It Around

Our trip on Royal Caribbean’s Explorer of the Seas recently was a rather rocky ride, and I’m not talking about the waves or weather at sea. So many things went wrong that I won’t even try to recount them in a blog. Let’s just say that if the 80’s Cruise sailed a...

Remembering Ron Houchin

Remembering Ron Houchin

I first met Ron Houchin at the Appalachian Writers Workshop in Hindman, KY, in 2009, I believe – it was first year at Hindman. He was one of the first people I remember seeing. He always wore a ballcap of some sort, t-shirt, and faded jeans. If there was ever anyone...

After All the Thrill is Gone

After All the Thrill is Gone

I fell in love with Duran Duran on the Friday night the week after Thanksgiving week in 1984. Yes, I remember it that specifically. It was at my friend Pam’s house. Neither of us had MTV. We lived so far out in the sticks that we couldn’t get MTV, so we got our weekly...