Mack of All Trades

It’s Sunday dinner at the Mack household in a quiet pocket of downtown Bentonville, and the patriarch, Glenn Mack, is MacGyvering a smoking hot Big Green Egg into a backyard tandoor. He eyeballs the temperature—just about 700 degrees, he reckons. Bingo. With oven-mitted hands, he flips over the charred black grid to make space for…

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Last Word

Bright and early, I put on a gray skirt suit, one that had been a little tight until divorce stress claimed the last post-baby pounds. I wore a red shirt underneath because red means power, and also because red means Caroline, the name I’d given to the collective spirit of all women who’d been stomped…

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A Man of Simple Pleasures

There was just one photo before. Had you gone looking for his work at the Arkansas Arts Center before July 8, searched the backroom and other rooms for signs of the Arkansas photographer William E. Davis, the chances that you’d have found something are slim—there was just that one portrait of Winthrop Rockefeller, a photograph…

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Good Tasting

Sushirrito Kemuri, Little Rock There’ve been quite a few foodie mashups that’ve passed us by in recent years (cronut, we’re looking at you). But this one? A bewitching blend of two of our most beloved lunch eats, sushi and burritos? It’s here, folks—namely, on Kemuri’s lunch menu—and we’re welcoming it with open mouths. (2601 Kavanaugh…

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Wynne

The post on Half Fanatics, a Facebook group of runners who are fanatical about half marathons, reads: I have discovered race nirvana: Imagine plenty of parking, a warm building and real bathrooms at the start. Aid every FREAKING mile—not just water—port-o-potties, Gatorade, fruit, pickle juice and excited wonderful people cheering you on! ROTC kids cheering…

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