sabbaticals and fallow ground
Perhaps it’s time for that sabbatical to end?
Read MoreIt only took a few hours for two young boys to do what two young boys do when left to their devices and sitting in the middle of a field at two in the morning. We freaked each other out.
Read Moret’s the ability to sit for hours and simply let the mind wander that may be the chief source of wisdom and genius of old farmers and ranchers. Their minds are allowed ponder as long or as little as something requires attention.
Read MoreOriginally Published in About Magazine Along the side of a highway, that you’ve probably never traveled, there sits an old stone building. It was built before the road was paved and it was built strong. It was small because it fit the place in which it lived. It was a place of community. It was a place for lost souls and where men gathered to tell their tales. It was there, sitting on an old church pew, that I got the education that every boy should get. How to spit. How to cuss. And how to tell a good lie. Will Human ran The Human Store in the shadow of the Ouachita Mountains for as long as I could remember. It was every bit the type of old country store that nostalgia is made from. Will could almost always be found sitting in his rocking chair in the back watching one of the stacks of VHS movies he’d rented that week and smoking a cigarette. There was no air...
Read MoreI just want to build stuff. Cause building stuff is awesome.
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