Flying High in Appalachia

Hello everyone. I'm Fiona. I'm writing from somewhere past the moon, but still flying high in the foothills of Appalachia. Mom - Blue dot - Southern - healthcare social worker - insatiable -nature lover- Story teller.

Horror author from Scotland, now living in the ATL. Follow me everywhere at https://linktr.ee/AuthorJohnW

French-\ud83c\udde8\ud83c\udde6, Human, nature and animal lover\ud83d\udc08, free electron, earthling observer \ud83d\udcf8 and wanderer \ud83c\udf0e Can hold a tune\ud83c\udfb5\ud83c\udfa4 Engaged, one story/capture at a time. Let's unite to be better as a species! You're not alone here.

\ud83c\udf49 Poet and storyteller writing from inside the shadows. Here to make you feel with depth, find hope, sometimes laugh, and feel less alone in this extraordinarily dark and absurd dumpster fire we call life. \ud83d\udda4\ud83d\udd25 Also, I sub back \ud83d\ude1c

I hold a B.A., a dual major in English and history, no pistols at dawn involved. I wandered through constitutional law, the federal process, World War II, and the Black Death, then earned my M.A.Ed. If my writing wanders, know I can’t help it.

A lawyer-writer exposing the emotional truth of modern work. Where law, identity, and survival collide. Mother. Storyteller. Writing from the messy middle of life, and questioning how we lead, what we value, and the systems we serve.

Quiet architect of inner worlds, turning silence into language and questions into fire. I listen where others rush past and refuse shallow waters. In life’s labyrinth, I leave lanterns so others may find their way.

I write UFiction. Uncomfortable Fiction, which turns the mirror around. You come for a story about AI, religion, or violence. You stay because it marked you. Because you realized it was always about YOU. Come for the story. Stay for the scar.

Word Whittler. From Wild Places where Faith is teeth & bone. Unarmored love, bleeding without quitting, standing with no bargains. For you who prayed angry, forgave freely, and kept going through echoing silence.