Embossed in gold on the cover of the new bible in his lap: “Father Paul Sullivan.” He ran a thumb...
Last Night The three most important women in my life were very sick, probably dying. I didn’t know what was...
At five-thirty on Friday morning, Bernice had the water and oatmeal boiling, bacon strips laid out in the skillet, and...
Paul: Looks like some kids have messed up the book box again. Any ideas who? Michelle: @Trish Jones – your...
As the sun began to top the trees, you could tell today would be another scorcher. One of the hottest...
I was nine the year my Pa couldn’t find work and the Albergotti family became part of my life. Everyone...
The rain is a hell of a thing. It can bring us back to memories of the past, those memories...
“Horses make a landscape look beautiful.” – Alice Walker My dad kept some Arabian horses for a time, when...
The bustle of aunts, uncles, and cousins crammed inside Mamaw’s tiny wooden house scraped against David’s sixteen-year-old sensibilities. Piled on...
Neil knew he should be the one to start the neighbour’s combining this year. At seventy-nine, his father’s neck is...
The offerings were ready, and I thought that my lion cat must be hungry. It was a blistering summer day....
THE PARLOR is a series on The Milk House that embraces the lighter side of rural life. You can find...