Story and images by Ken Billett The porch was, well, just a porch. Nothing special or significant about this porch. Made of wood with a…
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Grandparents and Wisdom
I am a 43-year-old woman, and all four of my grandparents came to my daughter’s birthday party three weeks ago. Simply based the numbers, that…
Read More Grandparents and WisdomThe Joy of Finding Home Folks Away from Memphis
“Sorry, y’all.” Six other people were already on the gondola, but the worker in charge of moving the line along insisted I join them. I…
Read More The Joy of Finding Home Folks Away from MemphisLet Leaves of Three Be: A Poison Ivy Primer
Let Leaves of Three Be: A Poison Ivy Primer A gnawing need to scratch. Raised welts that somehow sting and itch simultaneously. Absentminded scraping across…
Read More Let Leaves of Three Be: A Poison Ivy PrimerSaturday Night’s Still All Right
Late Saturday afternoon, I stood in our walk-in closet tucking a golf shirt into my jeans, watching my reflection in the long mirror. I slid…
Read More Saturday Night’s Still All RightHow Alex Lomax Made Me Cry
In case you’re not aware, looking up with your eyeballs helps to drain tears just before they fall. Nobody will ever even know they were…
Read More How Alex Lomax Made Me CryA Little Passion in Our Compassion
A Little Passion in Our Compassion Another tragedy unfolds, generating an outpouring of grief, sympathy, and, in some cases, anger. On the whole, people—and our…
Read More A Little Passion in Our CompassionThreads: A Sartorial Reflection on Writing
Threads This moment finds me with four daughters who like my taste in clothing. No doubt, this will likely evaporate before these words hit the…
Read More Threads: A Sartorial Reflection on WritingThe Horses: Calm and Respite Along Neshoba Road
The Horses Driving down Neshoba Road takes us right past a local horse farm. White wooden fences, a common sight in horse country, cordon off…
Read More The Horses: Calm and Respite Along Neshoba RoadBirthdays: Looking Backward and Forward
A gaggle of eight-year-old girls is running through the hallways of my house right now. One just broke off from the group to play her…
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