Hello — I’m Rachel.
I write folkloric fiction and personal essays from a creaky old farmhouse in the Shenandoah Valley, where the Blue Ridge holds the horizon and the garden mostly forgives me.
My work tells slow, small stories — centered on relationships, grounded in stirring plot, and rooted in the holiness of ordinary days. I believe we live in a world of already and not yet, and that meaning is something you make with your hands: bread, gardens, quilts, sentences.
Every other week I send a letter — essays, recipes, gardening, and handcrafts that speak to a slow, small life filled with meaning. It’s the truest introduction I can offer.
I’m currently at work on a novel, The Flower Farm at the End of the World, and a novella set in the same fields.
Read the letters →
Making meaning in a world of already and not yet.
Essays, recipes, gardening, and handcrafts. No noise; just the good, slow stuff.
A novel on the way, and a novella set in the same fields — first word of both goes to readers of the letters.
Harrisonburg, Virginia — where the stories, the seasons, and the suppers all come from.
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