Moonshine, Mayhem, and Magic

When my two children were young, my husband would often leave for 3-month deployments aboard a nuclear submarine. During his absence, my ch...

After Brody jumps in the back seat, over the console and arm rest, and onto the front seat, I settle in behind the wheel of my car, an S...

Polly dropped by yesterday with a gift in her hands. The present was wrapped in what appeared to be old recycled paper, crinkled a...

  (This is one in a series of Jolene and Granny Barnes stories, best described as dark southern humor. It's what I write when I need a g...

He’s a big guy who sports a smile true to his heart and shakes with belly laughter that erupts with little urging.   In Brackish...

Ask me about my childhood, and I will tell you to walk to the edge of the woods with a choir of crickets chirping from every direction,...

Rosemary Royston   Last week, my husband and I drove to Atlanta to attend the one-year celebration of Flycatcher: A Journal of Nativ...

I took this photo while at Red Earth Farm, home of Janisse Ray and Raven Waters.  It's a beautiful, old crepe myrtle, dressed in  Span...