I was my paternal grandfather’s least favorite grandchild. My father’s parents lived in Marshall, a small town to our west,...
I know a boy who loved too much. He’s my cousin, Toby. I first noticed when he was seven, two...
The Sugars of Existence What he feels, he acts upon; What determines truth describes consequence. Aspens in the high country,...
At the Hour of Milk When the barn lit up for the very first time the cows in their stanchions...
Education … Fortunate Fields—like those of old Sought in the Atlantic Main, why should they be A history only of...
Seems like every time you turn around, they’re carting somebody else out to die. Somebody takes a stroke or a...
Grieving Horses The last thing I expected turning into the gravel drive were four red manes bowing over a split...
Swans When the four emerged from the eggs, I knew the odds. One or two would make it. The others...
Stepping out of the truck, I took a deep breath. I tried to remind myself that this was the same...
BROTHER, CAN YOU SPARE A DIME? My grandfather always said the worst thing about the Depression was when a man...
Agata drove along the flat scrub of the west valley. Clouds a marvel of grey, gold, and pink. She pulled...
Heat and steamy breath from big-eyed young calves crammed into the stone outhouse, sentient, persistent in this old loft of...