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

Highland Summer Conference 2026

Highland Summer Conference 2026

This year’s Highland Summer Conference in Radford, Virginia, was another stunning adventure! Held July 20-24, and organized by April Asbury, it met all my expectations of the prior years and went further. This year’s workshop leader was poet Marianne Worthington, with...

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Three Years and Counting

Three Years and Counting

It’s the third anniversary of my gastric bypass surgery. I’ll be honest: I’d love to celebrate it with a hot dog and a milkshake. I splurge sometimes and have milkshakes, but my lack of a stomach can no longer process hot dogs so well. If I strip off the casing and...

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Poetry Half-Marathon

Poetry Half-Marathon

I clocked in at 9:03 p.m. on Saturday night for the Poetry Half-Marathon, June 13, after a day that could only be described as chaotic. My hairdresser was out of town unexpectedly, and her first suggestion for getting my hair fixed the day before hadn’t panned out at...

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