Terry L. White
Writer, Musician, Sculptor, Jewelry Designer, Doll-Maker
I 'm probably mostly known as a writer because I've published some 20 novels and have another in the works at this time. There's a list at the bottom of the page. My Chesapeake Heritage series is probably my best known series. It comprises 5 novels and they follow the settlement of the Eastern Shore and Dorchester County from colonization to the end of World War I. This is the history of one plantation and the woman who lived on it, offering a more feminine view of the Chesapeake area.
Runaway Hearts is a series of long poems based on the history of the area. It seems to be one of my more popular items. It has even been read on Radio for the Blind.
All books, including those in ebook format are available at Amazon.com. Books also are available directly from the author for $20 including Maryland sales tax.
Dolls and Glinda's Crystal Garden are available at Dragonfly Galleria on Route 50 in Cambridge. Jewelry is available at Ewell House on Kemp Lane in Easton.
Visit my blog, Terry White's Book Blog, for 300 posts about my work and world view.
The Last Priestess
Bride of the Condor
Hell or High Water
Hang Your Head Over
Planning Community Events Made Easy
Random Apples: Autumn Stories, Milton and the Mermaid
Murder at Mama Trucker's
Myth to Me
Crazy Quilt (Editor's Choice Award)
News writer for daily paper (twice cited for excellence
in community journalism)
Growing Up Wild
Morf Makes Good
Glinda's Crystal Garden
The Kissing Ball
No Dishes to Wash
Comfort Zone: Originals
Frog Song: Originals, Gospel
KFC Songwriting Competition (honorable mention)
that we were Mohawk Indians. I am fascinated by the native culture and I'm sure this plays a part in my interest in the beads and beading that I use in my jewelry designs and my doll-making.
I was born in Schenectady, New York, and raised in the Appalachain Mountains of northern Pennsylvania, the oldest of 8. We were pretty poor and we learned to not waste anything. This has taught me to find the potential in things that others might discard.
My father wanted us to succeed. He bought us the Encyclopedia Brittanica when I was about 12 and I think I read all of it. He would paste our drawings on a masonite board and cut them into jigsaw puzzles for us to play with. He saw our work as valuable, so it was.
I was a young adult when I learned the family secret: