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

80s Cruise 2026 – March 2026

80s Cruise 2026 – March 2026

I’m digging in my mind for fine details of this awesome experience. It has been a hot minute (read as “a few months”) since I did any blogs, as we had some technical difficulties – and I got a little lazy and quit doing them while the website was inaccessible. Well,...

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The Most Wonderful Time of the Year

The Most Wonderful Time of the Year

It’s the happ-happiest season of all! I love the holidays, and this year, I got to put up my trees, get presents bought mostly in advance (although I’m still delivering them). I even found something for Russ that he told me he liked. He’s the hardest person to buy for...

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Favorite Childhood Toy

Favorite Childhood Toy

I really didn’t care much for dolls, but there were a few I really loved: my Drowsy Doll (which I’ve written a poem about), a little black doll who was blind in one eye (her plastic eye was missing) named Betty (named for my Mamaw’s sister who gave her to me), and my...

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