It was the second day that Kate and her father walked beans. They had been out since seven a.m. to...
Our first summer storm arrived in the wee hours of a warm mid-January morning. As lightning flickered against the curtains...
“Coach, it’s supposed to rain tomorrow and our raisins are still drying on the ground. My father needs my brother...
We set out on the seven-mile journey from No. 56 to Knockdrin at 7.30 in the morning. The sun had...
It was the farthest north they had ever been. L’il Markie and Frank traveled with their mom to New York...
Embossed in gold on the cover of the new bible in his lap: “Father Paul Sullivan.” He ran a thumb...
Adam clutches the rim of his Canadian Club and 7-Up, working the room of fellow farmers while I grip the...
Robert Andrews had a fondness for April, when rain fell daily and water puddled ankle-deep in the low areas around...
Mama laid her hands on my belly and told me to count my breath. A breath to the count of...
Old Man lived at the peak of Ghosten Mountain, not two miles from my boyhood home. Covered in pine and...
1 In one day, six months ago, Louis Paradis became a husband and a farmer. He had the date engraved...
The rain is a hell of a thing. It can bring us back to memories of the past, those memories...