Sweater weather. Friday afternoon: I arrive at the Mennonite Fellowship Building located behind the church, beside the creek. Laughter. I...

She was probably in her seventies. Salt-and-pepper hair. Her cart was stalled, and she was looking at vases in an aisle in the Dollar...

Jessica, my mail carrier, beat me to the mailbox yesterday, so I’m taking Christmas cards into downtown Norfork, population 511. My...

I look at the shadows growing long in the yard. They come from a tall maple and our old ribbed house. There they lie on a hard yard like...

I listen to young teens ruminating about the great harvest of apples, nests in the trees, apples of “no worth” purposefully left behind...

Pancakes. My husband and I sit at the table while grandchildren serve our waiting plates. It’s sprinkling rain outside. Hospitality from...