NON-FICTION
From news stories to memoirs
JOURNALISM
News stories and feature articles
PRESERVING ASHEVILLE
An investigative series - Fall 2021
As Asheville becomes more of a popular destination for those seeking a mountain escape, this project explores the problem of accommodating these new residents and tourists without damaging the historical and environmental integrity which draws them here. This series investigates the tension between local government agencies, preservation nonprofits, urban developers and residents as the city moves forward with its urban development plans.
CHEROKEE CHIEF AND TRIBAL MEMBERS ADDRESS UNCA STUDENTS
Event coverage - November 15, 2019
Members of the Eastern Band of Cherokee Indians spoke to UNCA students about “History and Culture through Storytelling." Two members of the Museum of Cherokee Indians performed traditional songs and dances, and the tribal Chief spoke about the history and governance of the Eastern Cherokee tribe.
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THE PERFECT HOLIDAY TREAT: SCOTCHEROOS
Feature Article - Fall 2020
​Similar to the traditional Kellogg’s Rice Krispies Treats, but with peanut butter instead of marshmallow fluff and with an extra rich chocolate coating on top. They are the perfect little holiday treat that you can share with friends or horde for yourself.
The ingredients are limited, the preparation is simple and they’re ready to eat within the hour!
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CREATIVE NON-FICTION
Memoirs and more
THIS IS HOW THE WORLD ENDS
Memoir
I don’t remember when the first case of coronavirus was confirmed. I don’t remember when it first appeared in the news. I don’t remember when it first hit the United States. But I’ll never forget the day I realized this wasn’t just another passing fad, that this virus was here to stay. March 22, 2020.
FAILED EXPECTATIONS
Memoir/Nature Writing
** Unfinished **
We meandered through a forest of death and decay. Black fallen trees littered the ground around us for miles, destroying any foliage that may have grown underneath, leaving nothing but rough, dry dirt. My vision was blurred by the layers of ash and dust kicked up by hooves as we walked single file down the thin winding path. The air was hot and dry. My lips cracked and stung as I licked them. Why exactly couldn’t we bring water again? It was hard to breathe, and the clear sky above showed no signs of alleviating my shriveled lungs.
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