Pine Bluff

Pine Bluff is a worried place. Straddling the oft forgotten edge of the Delta, where rice and soy fields butt up against the lonely, piney woods that blanket our state’s navel, the town has lost its former railroad glories and drawn in on itself, outwardly fading into a downtrodden narrative that is far more often…

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Last Word

The carpet in my room growing up was brown. Dark brown and low pile. But what I remember most was the feel. Each strand, worn with age, held a halo of acrylic fuzz and wiry bits. Brush a hand across it, and you’d feel the subtle prick and static spark. It’s called haptic memory, the…

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The Best-Kept Secret

Down a nondescript suburban street in west Little Rock, past the large modern homes with trim lawns, the road dead ends in a metal gate that for years hid one of the city’s best-kept secrets: 234 acres of field and forest and cypress shoreline in the southern shadow of Pinnacle Mountain. For decades, this bit…

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Arkansas Sketchbook

  THE EGG IS POTENTIAL. An organic, bleach-white canvas, showing to the world its whiteness, masking what’s behind until there are pops and cracks and something from within emerges and hits the daylight. That’s the potential of the egg. That’s one potential of the egg. Because what’s on the surface, though skin-deep, so to speak, has…

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Pressroom

When I sold my family on lunch in Bentonville, it didn’t need a hard sell. Celebrating an 83rd birthday called for large tables, quick service and a short drive from the farm. We found it downtown, where we’ve found it before. There, restaurants in historic buildings appear deeply rooted when, actually, they opened just a few…

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The Culturalist

TORI KELLY | Nov. 7 SEARCY | If you’re a YouTuber, chances are you’ve already stumbled upon Tori Kelly’s pre-fame videos. But don’t be fooled by the way she wiggled into the music industry. This songstress has a set of vocal skills found only in a select breed of singers. Embellished by riffs and runs,…

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Artists in Residence

[maxgallery name=”garland-house”] MORE OFTEN THAN NOT, the house gets lost in the fray as it plays chicken with Cantrell and bests the heavily congested road. Running east to west, the road blinks, breaking around the house, leading drivers’ eyes off to the right before they can focus on what’s behind the curve. And even those with…

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Time to Give

In 1945, President Harry S. Truman changed the direction of the eagle’s head on the presidential seal, mandating the national symbol should face the olive branch held in the talons of its right foot, rather than the arrows it clutches in its left. It was a symbolic alteration, one that would reinforce the country’s preference for…

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Stuttgart

I’m making my way east along U.S 165, and as I drive, I’m mentally sorting through the comments people have been lobbing at me when I’ve asked them what to expect in Stuttgart. Turns out they’ve all compounded in my head until they just sound like ducks on a pond quacking simultaneously, in the way…

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The Art of Making a Home

[maxgallery name=”nov-habitat”] If someone walked into your home, what would it say about you? Would the frames on the wall whisper your story? Would the odds and ends you’ve collected tell where you’ve been? I’d honestly never given those questions much thought before pulling up to Beth and Walter Compton’s low-slung midcentury rambler, which is nestled…

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