4:00 p.m. It’s Friday, December 7th. I’m on time at Curious Craftsman, a shop in Norfork, Arkansas, ready to sign books for four hours....

I am in Little Rock, standing in front of capable poets. For half a minute, I wonder why I’m there. These people are smart and know the...

It’s time for lines, crowds, waves of pink to ripple across the river bridge into downtown Little Rock. I’ve walked behind others dressed...

I look back at my Monticello High School years and remember that time as fun, difficult, a little warped. I needed cue cards to maneuver...

Sister, you have been sick for weeks. Sicker than I’ve ever known you to be. I keep looking back over my shoulder, remembering our youth...

This one tree is symbolic for many people of the resurrection of the Christ. A cross is in the blossom. It usually blooms in early April,...

Again, here I am, seven years later, asking myself: What was this cancer thing about? I was a mental health counselor for 20 years, so I...