Embossed in gold on the cover of the new bible in his lap: “Father Paul Sullivan.” He ran a thumb...
My father didn’t teach me how to drive a tractor, because, I suppose, he assumed that I knew. As a...
At five-thirty on Friday morning, Bernice had the water and oatmeal boiling, bacon strips laid out in the skillet, and...
He hadn’t slept more than three hours, what with the simmering resentment and Dotty’s fever. He knew Patricia needed help...
Coals The abandoned farm is a black pool aaaaaaain the memory of the forest beyond. The road goes by never...
I was only fifteen when we lost our farm and had to move into town. All the stock and equipment...
Livestock Judge told me to find routine But the Smithfield office on fire is the prettiest thing I’ve seen Hope...
Oyster World You massacred those oysters when we were girls, wrenched them from the river mud despite my pleas that...
This old house is not old at all; it only feels this way. The online pictures that grabbed my attention...
Why do certain days lie dormant in our memories, ready to arise so vividly that we live them again, no...