by Rebecca Copeland | Mar 16, 2022 | Family
My sister has two voices. I noticed this yesterday when we were in town. She has a voice for people she doesn’t know and another for her family. Her outside voice goes up an octave and softens. She smiles a lot in her outside voice and sounds friendly and inviting.... 
by Rebecca Copeland | Jan 5, 2022 | Family
“Come here,” my father said as he stepped off the path. “I have something to show you.” We ducked under branches and tore through brambles. He was always careful to hold the twigs and branches so that they wouldn’t swish back and slap me in the face. We crept down the... 
by Rebecca Copeland | Sep 29, 2021 | Mystery Fiction
Hemlock Haven was my mother’s place. She discovered a quiet grove of hemlocks on the southern point of the Tennessee property. The hemlock branches were low and stately and ferns grew in the bed of needles beneath them. My father built my mother a little bench under... 
by Rebecca Copeland | Apr 7, 2021 | Mystery Fiction
October 2, 2012 On leave from academic duties, I have traveled to the mountains of Eastern Tennessee to spend a month in the rustic log cabin my father built by hand in the 1970s. Here, in my “writer’s retreat” I have time to myself. I’m supposed to be... 
by Rebecca Copeland | Mar 24, 2021 | Mystery Fiction
October 4, 2012: The fourth day of my “writer retreat.” I am staying in the log cabin my father built in the 1970s. My brother and I were in junior high when the building began. He’d bring us up with him on weekends to help him dream it. One...
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