Courtney Lynn
Bio
I am a twenty-something year old lass living in the depths of West Virginia's coal country trying to figure out what it means to be millennial in a place that still seems stuck in the 20th century.
Stories (2/0)
An Open Letter to the Picket Passerby
You are going about your day, taking the roads you normally take to get to the place you normally need to go and the job you need to work. Some of you are alone in your cars. Some of you have family members, friends, and children. If you’re anything like me, your commute is probably a blur. The scenery is always the same, the same buildings, the same scenery, and the same roadwork. But this past weekend, it’s been different. There are lines of people, groups of them, outside of regular buildings and outside the schools with signs and different noise makers. And you have a choice on how you respond.
By Courtney Lynn6 years ago in The Swamp
Mountain Mama Your Children Are Crying
“Almost Heaven, West Virginia…” those words incite a sense of pride in me. The pride that comes with waking up in Morgantown on the dawn of a brisk fall Saturday. The pride that comes with sitting at my great-grandmother’s sick bed and listening to her talk about growing up in a coal camp. It’s watching We Are Marshall on the big screen with my mother, who I was lucky enough to watch graduate with her Master’s Degree in special education from that school. It’s my father recounting stories of his grandfather who died in a coal mining accident, saving two others and risking his life. It’s the way my grandmother pronounces wash with an "r" between the "a" and the "s."
By Courtney Lynn6 years ago in The Swamp
