“As I write this goodbye to you, it’s snowing in Arkansas and 75 and brilliantly sunny in my new hometown of Phoenix, a meteorological metaphor for my bipolar state of mind these past few months. Life in Arkansas has been good to me, and Arkansas—and my family here at Arkansas Life—will always be home.”
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A BLANKET, a dock, a cloud-smudged sunset, my beloved Oscar-the-Grouch-green fleece and a glass of wine—not half-bad, right? Nope. Can’t say that it was. But it almost was—because roughly half an hour before our photographer, Arshia, snapped this photo, right before we started dishing up bowls of her Texas red chili, I uncorked a particularly…
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We interrupt this editor’s letter to bring you an exhaustive list of DIY Arkansas-centric Halloween costume ideas:
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“It’s the question we get asked the most: Where should I take so-and-so for dinner/drinks/brunch? There are lots of ways we could respond—we’re currently undergoing a bit of a dining boom here in Arkansas. But there are certain restaurants, new and old, that have that extra something.”
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Heading outta town to catch the Razorbacks on the road? Might as well make a long weekend of it.
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“There wasn’t anything ‘best’ about it. Not anything even remotely good, at least at the time. It was cold. It was ungodly early. I was wearing a trash bag as a poncho. I’d almost stepped on a dead armadillo. We, Troop 201, were on a sunrise hike at Camp Noark, the Girl Scout camp outside of Huntsville, and there was no sun to rise.”
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ONE OF our missions as a magazine is to help our readers live their best lives in Arkansas, and y’all, this month, we were living our best lives in Arkansas. Period. End of story. And it all started with that pitcher of sangria up there. Scene 1: Tuesday. Early summer. A cool breeze and 3,500…
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McMansions have had their day in the sun. These days, families are choosing a more minimalist approach to residential architecture—and cutting corners has never looked so good
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We’d just returned from a three-hour haul back from Mountain Home when I had to break the news to our photographer, Arshia, that this month’s hometown destination—Hardy—was essentially the exact direction from whence we came. And she was going to need to drive there. Like, tomorrow.
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