The Seventh Whistler (after William Wordsworth) By slough and marsh my dog commits to muck and fun on coastal walk...
“I know what Winnie the Pooh would say,” Jasmine tells me. She is driving with one arm hanging out the...
He hadn’t slept more than three hours, what with the simmering resentment and Dotty’s fever. He knew Patricia needed help...
I was only fifteen when we lost our farm and had to move into town. All the stock and equipment...
Why do certain days lie dormant in our memories, ready to arise so vividly that we live them again, no...
After running into each other on a Vermont trout river and falling into conversation one evening, Ted and I became...
I awake to find Lena no longer in bed beside me. I search for her everywhere, bathroom, kitchen, living and...
Field Notes from an Old Chair Well, they’ve come, these early crews though it’s only March, which in Michigan means...
My father didn’t teach me how to drive a tractor, because, I suppose, he assumed that I knew. As a...
Oyster World You massacred those oysters when we were girls, wrenched them from the river mud despite my pleas that...
“The Birth” was shortlisted for the 2024 Best in Rural Writing Contest by judge Dr. Chea Parton. Learn more about...
As I pull into the lane to my mother’s house, I see the white fence around her yard is peeling...