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This photo is of my father. I hold it in my hands, a 4-inch by 4-inch Kodak memory of my...
What follows is a selection from the opening chapters of BJ Omanson’s memoir Three Years on the Nowhere Road in...
He held up the phone so that only half of her mother’s face shown in the screen window. “Is this...
THE PARLOR is a new series on The Milk House that embraces the lighter side of rural life. You can...
You turn the corner. Two high windows already open like eyelids. The house awake. Mum slows the car. Puts the...
“Morning. Got a visitor?” said Tony. Tony lived next door. It was Tuesday – bin day – and we’d both...