Daughter of the Deep Places A hardwood doesn’t settle in its spot Out of any preference for that spot. She...
‘Tick-tock, tick-tock’ goes the clock in the bedroom he shares with no-one. He sees that it is time to rise...
The clouds of fugitive dust from the dirt roads were blowing back across his windshield, obscuring his vision. He almost...
‘The wind was fierce last night, wasn’t it?’ ‘Yeah. I thought the windows were going to blow in on top...
Back in the late thirties, a little before I was born, my father had a tenant house built. It was...
Oral History Project Name: Memories of Life and Work in Central Scotland Interview Status: Restricted Name of Interviewee: Murdoch [Redacted]...
what will be November has already made husks of what once was aaaaI work fast against nearing dusk the sky...
Even after so many years, tears still fill my eyes when I think of my brother’s farm accident. That was...
He held up the phone so that only half of her mother’s face shown in the screen window. “Is this...
Backhoe Bob sat in the gas-station diner with the Sheriff, who also happened to be named Bob. Locals have been...
Moving On, Not Moving On I think I knew our new home was two states west of home. But what...
THE PARLOR is a new series on The Milk House that embraces the lighter side of rural life. You can...