When one of my writing buddies learned I was working on South of Little Rock, he asked me, “After a career in public history and museums, why’re you writing fiction?” I told him I had [...]
Chickens, Snakes, and Tight Places
When one of my daughters read a draft of this blog, she asked, “Are you sure you want to put this on the Internet?”
“Yes,” I said. “My friend who blogs for Psychology Today thinks it’s [...]
The Dogtrot House and Eight-Point Star Quilt
Because she died when I was young, I have no personal recollection of my Great-grandmother Henrietta McCullar. Most of the little I know of her comes from a few stories my mother told me, two [...]