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Living and Writing in Ferndale

I live and write in the Victorian village of Ferndale, CA. It’s a small town with an undeniable storybook charm. I would strongly recommend a visit if you have the opportunity. You can click this link to plan your trip. Imagine a dairy town that could inspire a hundred Norman Rockwell paintings. Imagine a Main Street where the local, white-jacketed pharmacist still makes his way to the pie shop for his morning coffee, dog in tow. Where you regularly bump into the mayor while chatting with the mailman at the post office. Where a mercantile still sells hand-picked candy to children by the bag full. Where artists stand at easels across from the butcher shop and music is heard seeping through the walls of historic churches, their steeples towering above homes. And this is just a taste. Now imagine all of this is surrounded by pastures peppered with rugged barns, some red, some weathered and grey. Fern-lined forests cover small mountains that push up against the town and surround the open valley where the farmers work the land. To get …