William Shakespeare managed to pack an awful lot of drama into his graveyard scene in Hamlet. In fewer than three...
The July afternoon suspends thick, golden haze drifting from the wildfires out west. I heft a 50-pound bag of cattle...
THE PARLOR is a new series on The Milk House that embraces the lighter side of rural life. You can...
Sometime in January, 1974, Omanson received divorce papers from his wife. Caught off-guard and emotionally crushed, he just signed the...
This photo is of my father. I hold it in my hands, a 4-inch by 4-inch Kodak memory of my...
The early 1970s found us almost completely mechanized on our farm in the rolling hills of central Mississippi. At the...
Ninety feet beneath the surface of the Coral Sea, in the inky dark of night, hovering just above a reef...
His hands, held close to his chest, are formed into fists, in which he clutches lumps of grass, as if...
With the coming of spring, Omanson was finally in the mood for a little society and joined an encampment of...
The primary reason Omanson had hitchhiked out from Illinois to the northwest coast in November of 1973 was to find...
What follows is a selection from the opening chapters of BJ Omanson’s memoir Three Years on the Nowhere Road in...
THE PARLOR is a new series on The Milk House that embraces the lighter side of rural life. You can...