***Insert Faulknerian monologue here*** Think Hal Hollbrook’s playing Mark Twain doing his impression of James Faulkner. January, when the trees snap because the weight of their desolation combines with the character of the wind. Building Hugelkultur Mounds January, when the salt and sand on the road, a veritable boiled ocean, will disintegrate the underside of your truck and kill the wildflowers when it all melts. January, when shelves are as naked as an opossum born out of season, unless...

(This is a short fiction piece I wrote a few years ago.) Remember growing a bean sprout on your grade school classroom windowsill? You’d...

We lost Daniel's brother David in January. He was the youngest of the three brothers, and not really who you'd expect to go first,...