The Growth of a Gardener
My mother has a green thumb. She can grow anything. When I was a kid, she would do things like buy me purple rose…
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Boys in the Hood
The abbey bell sang its hearty summons shortly before mid-day, each peal beckoning, cajoling, compelling. “You want to join us for noon prayer?”…
This BIG Little Church
“May the Lord richly bless you and keep you safely in his arms. Shake hands and be friendly. You’re dismissed.” How many times have…
Junkin’ in Prairie Grove
The Junk Ranch in Prairie Grove, Arkansas lives a double life. Most days, if you saw this thirty-five-acre site with its big, weathered…
The Hopeful Romantic
“… It was in the season that I could not feel the thing, when I came to the place of choosing to love when…
Chris and Lolly — A Life Filled with Music
Husband and wife musicians Chris and Lolly Swicegood live in Nashville. But Chris grew up in Fort Smith, Arkansas, and the two return often…
Justice for Missy Witt
The following account of what happened on December 1, 1994, is based on information from LaDonna Humphrey and published reports about this unsolved case….
Pretty Beet Up, Lessons From a Horse Named Shooter
IF you’ve read many of my stories, you’ll quickly find that the majority of them are going to involve animals. My family’s attachment to…
My Kids Call It Egg Pie!
I clearly remember the first recipe I ever cooked of my own volition. I’m not talking about opening boxes and mixing cans; I’m talking…
As She Sleeps
Tonight, the light of my Macbook is spilling onto a hay-strewn barn floor. The rhythmic sound of tapping keys is mixing with a hum…