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...
My mother bought clothes to make herself feel good. She imagined herself being invited to a dinner party at a house...
“Milking Cows and Throwing Curves” was shortlisted for the 2024 Best in Rural Writing Contest by judge Dr. Chea Parton....
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...
The Last Farm Stand She comes laden across the bay, and I am halfway down the hill to the ferry...
The way I met Calhoun, I was sitting in the bar, the only bar we have in town. At the...