After running into each other on a Vermont trout river and falling into conversation one evening, Ted and I became...
“Milking Cows and Throwing Curves” was shortlisted for the 2024 Best in Rural Writing Contest by judge Dr. Chea Parton....
My favorite inheritance is the green toy metal shovel. Also, the elfin-like ski-toed leather booties. Also, the pair of snowshoes,...
From the car’s passenger seat, I watch grain fields pass like a movie reel. I’m fascinated by the ocean of...
Homing In I wandered down the highway a few times to a neighbor girl’s house that was further out of...
It’s more than a little astonishing to look at a fresh new calendar in a fresh new year and realize...
My mother bought clothes to make herself feel good. She imagined herself being invited to a dinner party at a house...
I used to tell myself that it was the August heat that drew me away from that tarmacadam road and into the...
Even after so many years, tears still fill my eyes when I think of my brother’s farm accident. That was...
You never told anyone the whole story about your dad. You let most people think he was little more than...
The day we buried Grandpa, the town flooded. Streams of rain rushed through streets carrying earth stolen from grain roots....
In 1916, when my great grandfather died at the age of eighty-two in Gallatin, Missouri, he left each of his...