A Fishing Tail

The morning’s hunt in the Ozark National Forest had ended with four fat gray squirrels riding home in my truck. As I cleaned the squirrels, readying them for a simmering pot of potatoes, carrots, onion, celery and a blend of seasonings, the white-tipped fur on each tail caught my eye. It seemed wasteful to throw…

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Pint-sized Panache

Consider this, new-parents-to-be (congratulations, BTW!): You’re going to be spending a lot of time in your baby’s nursery. Like, a lot. Night feedings, night changings, day feedings, day changings, tummy time, playtime, bedtime, Instagram time—the list goes on. (And on.) So when you’re choosing how to design that space, there’s a lot more to consider…

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Last Word

The light was the gray before the orange of full dawn, enough to see outlines and objects, potholes and gravel, but not yet enough to make out the details of things. It was a Sunday morning. I was on my way to work—a priest preparing for the sacred things—vested in spandex and Lycra, pedaling my…

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Big Dam Photo: Harrison

They’re called adventures, where the road leads nowhere but to fields and places with good light. And this? This is one of them. Off in the far distance, well beyond the middle distance, where two of Derek’s girls are chasing each other up the path of a sunbeam, there’s a green VW bus that is…

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Siloam Springs

I like to take my time and do my due diligence before I make a judgement call—one way or the other—about a place, but it takes Siloam Springs a mere 15 minutes to turn my head. Two minutes after parking in a public lot downtown, I wave down a fire department SUV to ask for…

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Maiden Voyage

THE STORY IS HELD in the dark at an even 71 degrees in a warehouse just across the road from where the piglets and alpacas live. Inside, there are hundreds of boxes stacked on metal shelves in rows across the floor. Financial records. Personnel files. Shipping records. Correspondence. For the most part, though the boxes…

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Arkansas Sketchbook

It’s strange the way things move, which is to say, almost imperceptibly. If they weren’t so near to the ground, they could almost be called light fixtures. They’re quasi-conical in shape, 11 feet tall, composed of thousands upon thousands of near-identical slips of paper that are distinguishable from one another only by the names handwritten…

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Hell and High Water

If it keeps on rainin’ levee’s goin’ to break, If it keeps on rainin’ levee’s goin’ to break, When the levee breaks I’ll have no place to stay. Mean old levee taught me to weep and moan, Lord mean old levee taught me to weep and moan, Got what it takes to make a mountain…

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Off the Eaten Path

It’s not always so easy breaking from the well-trod foodie path. Habits are tough to break. Fast-food and interstate-abutting chains, with their neon and promises of easy appetite fixes, are tough to pass by. But as anyone with a heart truly devoted to superlative eats can attest—especially those familiar with these five eateries—it’s gonna be…

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The Root Cafe

TO BE HONEST, there’s really no rush. It’s the end of the work week, and I’m sitting on the patio of The Root Cafe with my wife, each of us relaxing with a much-deserved libation: her, a Sangiovese, and myself, a brown ale from Argenta’s Flyway Brewery, both served in squatty mason jars. It’s a…

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