I was my paternal grandfather’s least favorite grandchild. My father’s parents lived in Marshall, a small town to our west,...
Grieving Horses The last thing I expected turning into the gravel drive were four red manes bowing over a split...
This old house is not old at all; it only feels this way. The online pictures that grabbed my attention...
Livestock Judge told me to find routine But the Smithfield office on fire is the prettiest thing I’ve seen Hope...
Coals The abandoned farm is a black pool aaaaaaain the memory of the forest beyond. The road goes by never...
The judge of the 2025 Best in Rural Writing Contest, Jamie Guiney, just completed the challenging task of choosing 10...
The deadline to enter the 2025 Best in Rural Writing Contest is fast approaching. In its third year, the contest...
Embossed in gold on the cover of the new bible in his lap: “Father Paul Sullivan.” He ran a thumb...
At five-thirty on Friday morning, Bernice had the water and oatmeal boiling, bacon strips laid out in the skillet, and...