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On Fiction Writing and the Art of Respectable Lying
Welcome back to the Front Porch. Please pull up a chair for a few minutes and make yourself comfortable. Today I’d like to make a confession — one that may permanently damage my reputation as an honest fellow. I’ve been lying to perfectly nice people for years. Professionally. Now before anyone becomes too alarmed, I’m talking about the respectable, old-fashioned kind of lies. The harmless sort…
Simple Hopes
Welcome back to the Front Porch. I’m glad you could stop by for a few minutes. Lately I’ve found myself thinking about simple things. Trees. Wildflowers. Birds. Butterflies. Forests. Streams. The ordinary things that make a place feel alive. Perhaps it comes from spending so much time wandering through Honey Hill Country. Or perhaps it simply comes with age. Either way, I found myself sitting…
Things I Never Thought I'd Need To Know
One of the things I have discovered while putting together the new Hearth & Holler monthly magazine is that creating a magazine set in 1904 often requires learning things I never expected to know. Or having the need to know. Welcome to magazine week. Most people probably assume magazine week involves writing articles, selecting images, correcting spelling mistakes, and occasionally convincing…
An Unexpected Visitor
A few weeks ago, after saying goodbye to my little Chihuahua, Allie, I was sitting quietly at home when an unexpected visitor stopped by my window. Now, before I tell you about the visitor, I should probably explain something. Birds and I are already on fairly familiar terms. A pair of House Sparrows built a nest this spring in a ventilation outlet just outside my apartment on the third floor.…
The June 1904 Issue of Hearth & Holler Has Arrived
Today marks the beginning of something new. After much thought, planning, writing, illustrating, and more than a few cups of tea, Hearth & Holler has taken on a new format as a Monthly Magazine — a collection of stories, people, places, gardens, recipes, traditions, and adventures from across Honey Hill Country. For readers visiting Honey Hill Country for the first time, the stories and features…
Life Without Supervision
The Continuing Adventures of a Very Small Warden A few weeks ago, I said goodbye to my little Chihuahua, Allie. At fourteen years old, she had been my writing companion, supervisor, schedule keeper, occasional employer, and friend for a very long time. Like many good dogs, she occupied far more space in a life than her small size would ever suggest. As with many small doges, Allie seemed to have…
A Conversation on the Morning Air
There are some Spring mornings that feel as though they’ve been set out just for noticing. Last week offered one of those. The air had that early-season softness — not quite warm, not quite cool — in between — the kind that carries sound a little farther than usual and lets the world arrive in layers. Across the street stood a White Dogwood in full bloom, its branches lifted and spread like open…
A Saturday Reset — Settling Back Into What Matters
It’s a quiet Tuesday here — the kind that invites a pause. And that feels like the right place to begin. Continue reading A Saturday Reset — Settling Back Into What Matters
The Hearth & Holler Gazette No. 11 — "A Stirring Week Across Honey Hill Country — Business Opens Its Doors, Concerns Rise, and Work Awaits"
A Weekly Visit of Tales, Tidings, and Old-Time Country Comfort Welcome! It’s been a full and eventful week in Honey Hill Country, and one worth talking about. As always, The Hearth & Holler Gazette is a work of fiction set in a place that exists most clearly in the imagination — though from time to time it may resemble somewhere you have known. But for first time visitors, it may help to know…
The Hearth & Holler Gazette No. 10 — "March Madness Days Come to a Joyful Close”
A Weekly Visit of Tales, Tidings, and Old-Time Country Comfort Welcome! It’s been a full and lively week in Honey Hill Country. From the rabbits’ tooting sound of joyful Carrozelas across the hills to the gathering of neighbors along the roadside, the past several days have brought a great deal of movement, merriment, and shared moments worth noting. As the season’s celebrations draw to a close,…
The Hearth & Holler Gazette No. 9 — "THE WEEK THAT GREW A LITTLE LOUDER"
A Weekly Visit of Tales, Tidings, and Old-Time Country Comfort Welcome! It’s been a lively week in Honey Hill Country. As always, this Gazette is a work of fiction from a made-up place — though, at times, it may feel otherwise. Something has taken hold across the countryside these past several days. What began as a cheerful note here and there has grown into a full chorus — carrozelas sounding…
The Little Tin That Changed the Supper Table
And the Quiet Idea That Made It Possible There are certain things that sit so plainly on a shelf, one might pass them by without a second thought. A small tin, for instance. Nothing remarkable in its appearance — no flourish, no fuss — merely a label, a lid, and the promise of something warm inside. And yet, now and again, a closer look reveals that even the simplest things carry a story worth…
The Hearth & Holler Gazette No. 8 — "HIPPITY HOPPITY LETS GO!"
A Weekly Visit of Tales, Tidings, and Old-Time Country Comfort Welcome! It’s been a lively week in Honey Hill Country. Before we go any further, the editor is once again obliged to remind readers — especially the newer subscribers who have joined us during the recent festivities — that The Hearth & Holler Gazette is a work of cheerful fiction set in an entirely imaginary corner of the Ozarks. Any…
The Morning the Windows Open Again
And the Small Bird Who Knew It First Morning brought its own small announcement today. Out on a branch of the Honey Locust tree just beyond the window, a Carolina Wren had taken up position and was delivering his familiar seven-note song — over and over and over again — with the bright confidence of a creature that believes the whole world ought to hear it. And the remarkable thing is that the…
The Hearth & Holler Gazette — Issue No. 7
A Weekly Visit of Tales, Tidings, and Old-Time Country Comfort Welcome! It’s been a noisy week in Honey Hill Country. Not troublesome noise, mind you — nothing of the sort — but the cheerful kind that arrives when rabbits outnumber common sense and every available square foot of Butterfield seems determined to host a race, a cook-off, a judging table, or a parade that may or may not have been…
MUD VS. MAN — MUD REMEMBERS
On Soil, Arrogance, and the Loss of Good Shoes A struggle older than fences . . . . Older than porches. Older than the first confident step taken in good shoes. It is the ancient feud. Mud vs. Man. And Mud remembers. Continue reading MUD VS. MAN — MUD REMEMBERS
There’s a Great Big Beautiful Tomorrow
On Remembering the Past and Choosing Hope for Tomorrow. Some weeks feel heavier than others. The headlines are louder. The conversations a little tighter. The future — which usually stretches out like an open road — can feel uncertain around the edges. And yet, tomorrow still arrives. For as long as I can remember, there has been a song that comes back to me in moments like this. It plays inside…