The River and the Imaginary Variable

I was raised on the banks of the Saline River in Benton, Arkansas. My “home” was a miniature distributary where the water was just calm and shallow enough to settle in cozily. My “food” was giant sycamore leaves I called fish. It was where I learned to tread water. It was where I caught the…

The Little Rock Nine Still Call to Me

  If you’re an Arkansan, chances are you recognize the picture. It’s one that makes most of us cringe and close our eyes in embarrassment. Not our finest moment in Arkansas history, and one we wish never happened. In 1954 the Supreme Court decided in Brown v. Board of Education of Topeka that segregation in…

Grandparents, Square Dancing, + Cherry Blossom Season

Mexican-ish holidays must run in the fam.  Well, kind of.  My birthday is Nov 2/ Day of the Dead.  Trav’s is 4/20.  And Henry’s half birthday was Cinco-de-Mayo!  I can’t believe my sweet babe is already half a year old, eating some big boy food, speaking fluent Tasmanian Devil (a bllghh–da-da-{fart noise}-ga-ma-{fart noise} raaaa!), crawling…