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My Roots Are Showing: Uncle Ronnie Follows His Own Map

Subscriber onlyUncle Ronnie tends to stay pretty close to home in his town of 3,700 folks. The nearest town of any size with a store is about 45 miles away. Continue reading...

COMMENTARY: It's Outrageous To Use Strong Speech To Describe Small Annoyances

Subscriber onlyThis past Saturday, I stumbled out of bed and down to my stoop to grab the morning paper. Continue reading...

Commentary: Early Bird Can Keep The Worm

Subscriber onlyI am not a morning person. I have never been a morning person, and I do not want to be one when I grow up. Continue reading...

My Roots Are Showing: 'Crazy' Claim Seems Fishy To Bentonville Columnist

Subscriber onlyI've always been fond of columnist Dave Barry's "19 Things It Took Me 50 Years to Learn." Continue reading...

My Roots Are Showing: Dishing Up A Simpler Life

Subscriber onlyThere's one question I'm asked with great frequency regarding my little loft in downtown Bentonville, and the expressions on the faces of the curious are priceless as they process my response. I could sell tickets. Continue reading...

My Roots Are Showing: Learning To Embrace The Well-Worn Life

Subscriber onlyA couple of years ago, my West Coast gal pal introduced me to "TED Talks" by emailing me a link about being a lone nut. Continue reading...

My Roots Are Showing: One More Bouquet Of Yellow Roses

Subscriber onlySaturday was the 40th Annual Farm Sale at the Clay County fairgrounds. Uncle Ronnie and I had been planning this day for some time as this was the first year I was to be a vendor. (Yes, me, a vendor of farm implements. Dreams really do come true, darlin'.) Continue reading...

Commentary: Illness Intensifies Realizations About Mom

Subscriber onlyAs I related a couple of years ago in the first installment of this column, I was raised in the country. Continue reading...

COMMENTARY: Finding The Way Back To ‘Old Food’

Subscriber onlyMy mother was not the world’s greatest cook. For that matter, she wasn’t the town’s or even our dirt road’s greatest cook. The few dishes she did well she did often, and on a few basic ingredients, she managed to get me raised. Continue reading...

Tick, Tock, Says The Clock

Subscriber only“Do you have the time?” I inquired of the gallery attendant, knowing I was nearing the closing hour of Crystal Bridges Museum of American Art. Continue reading...

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