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Just like we were 12 again

Haunted houses scarier than last time we looked

Subscriber onlyLast week, I could legitimately claim that I was 12 years old the last time I was in a haunted house. This week, I can legitimately claim that I acted 12 years old the last time I was in a haunted house. Continue reading...

Horrific Middle Acre

Kinfolk separated by untamed brush

Subscriber onlyAround 1970, my maternal grandparents bought 5 acres of overgrown land off a rutted dirt road so remote that Lewis and Clark would refuse to explore it. They divided the land into three parcels, aiming that my mother and her half-brother each would build a home on their respective lots and everyone would live dustily ever after. Continue reading...

Writer goes rogue

Editor only wants column by deadline

Subscriber onlyConversation which might or might not have occurred with my editor: Continue reading...

Watch yore language

English is hard work

Subscriber onlyWe adults can complicate pert near anything, especially communication. Take a gander at your latest homeowner's policy or telephone bill, and tell me either couldn't be improved by a third-grader. Continue reading...

Postcards speak volumes

Soldier’s short missive leaves story unfinished

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Gravy, gravy, gravy

Check yes or no

Subscriber onlyWhile I was having dinner with a group of friends, the server leaned over the table, porcelain bowl in hand. Continue reading...

Old dog's way

Writer pays tribute to girls’ best friend

Subscriber onlyLisa Kelley is away this week. In her stead, her dog, Baxter, submits a poem: Continue reading...

Suckers come to fight

Blood thicker than gene pool

Subscriber onlyMy family tree has a lot of suckers. You know, those shoots that come up here and there from the roots and base. Given the fact that some of my mama's lineage married and remarried like it was a competitive sport, some of my closest "relations" aren't related at all. Take for instance, my Grammy. Continue reading...

Strangers go extra mile

Old, beloved truck stalls in right place

Subscriber onlyFolks said it was bound to happen, and one day, folks were right. Driving down five lanes in Bentonville, Blue Belle stopped in her tracks. I pumped the gas pedal and turned the key. She sputtered and tried to get up, then finally sighed and laid there like an old hunting dog after a day spent running squirrels. Continue reading...

Go with the flow

Cold-blooded float down Buffalo River

Subscriber only"That looks weird," I said, nodding upstream as my friends and I pulled our kayaks onto a gravel bar for a break in our half-day float down the Buffalo River. Continue reading...

Truly breath taking

Immersing senses in present moment

Subscriber onlyI write this column while seated on a rock at the edge of Horseshoe Bend outside of Page, Ariz. The sun is rising behind me -- which, not being a morning person, are words I don't typically string together. It takes my breath away, both the view and the 5 o'clock hour. Continue reading...

Tornados and baloney

Spring season for lawyer jokes

Subscriber onlyTalk is cheap. Continue reading...

Snowglobe of memories

Back home, farm sale not just buyin’, sellin’

Subscriber onlyI spent the better part of the morning Saturday before last brushing snow from my eyes at the 44th annual Piggott FFA Farm Sale. We couldn't recall a time prior when it had snowed. Continue reading...

Here's to gassy mornings

Enough reason to get out of bed

Subscriber onlyDo you ever have one of those days you just don't want to do? A day when there's nothing particularly wrong. No body part less functional than usual. No lack of sleep causing eye bags so large they exceed the size for carry-on luggage. No mental or physical malady to warrant a day under the covers. Just a day when you partially open one matted eyelid long enough to confirm the sun arose and you don't want to follow its lead. Continue reading...

Traveling outside the lines

‘Oooot-whooose’ means outhouse; pet, sitters don’t enjoy the trip

Subscriber onlyGoing on international holiday. Traveling abroad. Coloring outside the U.S. lines. I'd never done it. My bare country feet had never stepped outside the border of these here continental United States. The closest I'd ever come to being in foreign country was a foray into New York City. Until last week ... Continue reading...

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