THE PARLOR is a series on The Milk House that embraces the lighter side of rural life. You can find...
That summer my family broke up I stayed on my aunt’s farm and slept in a bedroom with no curtains....
I was nine the year my Pa couldn’t find work and the Albergotti family became part of my life. Everyone...
In the shadow of South Africa’s great escarpment, the Ngwangwana river meanders east towards the Indian Ocean through a valley...
Someone, or something, was stealing Jopson’s apple-blossom. Three small apple trees in pots stood on his front path. A supermarket...
We have a mouse in the house this morning. It found the bread I’d left out to thaw for the...
Conleth Ferris tossed a cigarette end to the yard. He coughed, then swallowed the phlegm, imagined the inside of his...
When Bob was married, he went hunting two or three times a year, but just getting out seemed more important...
Nana had loved Mike for years. There was something of the earth about the man. He owned land but the...
How peculiar. Before, David had turned off the main road, walked up the potholed lane, climbed over a rickety stile,...
We’d passed Neary’s millions of times. It was about halfway between me and Tobin’s place outside our village. We’d often...
The following is an excerpt from Robert Block’s novel Ardensville. Harold Harold Vinnoir. He came from Minnesota. He is a...