Tag: Ozarks

Counterweight

I pulled into the driveway of my close friend’s small brick house one autumn afternoon, the air thick and humid, stuck in transition from summer heat. She wasn’t home, but her neighbors’ kids ran and yelled at one another in the front yard next door,…

20 miles in the snow

When I started dating my husband, we lived almost two hours apart. We took turns visiting one another, sent each other countless emails, and racked up some serious minutes on our cell phone bills. We were in ooey gooey love. I remember one night…

I’ve become a locavore

Last night, as I told my friend Alison (who is an amazing pastry chef) that I’d just eaten trout from the White River, caught this summer, and mashed turnips from a local farmer’s land, she commented that I was a locavore. I’d never heard…

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