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When the Mockingbird Sings

When the Mockingbird Sings

Mockingbirds perch on our roof line, at the top of our backyard fence, and in the pines surrounding our house. They gaze at the sky and into the trees and down toward the fields. Some would say that they’re watching for hawks or snakes or lunch. Not me. I say that...
Decluttering

Decluttering

The movers had packed everything. Everything. We realized this as we began searching for the coffee maker amid the sea of unhelpfully labeled boxes. We unwrapped mason jars filled with rusty nails and bent shuffleboard cues left in our shed by the previous owner. We...
Our Stuff and Our Violence

Our Stuff and Our Violence

For the first time in our lives together, my wife Joy and I live in a rural setting. Kincaid Lake and the Kisatchie National Forest flank us on either side. Crime poses less a threat here than some of the wildlife. Signs posted at the nearby trailheads offer...