Something important has all but disappeared from our society. It’s a skill—no, an art, a way of life. I’m referring to the practice of porch-sitting.

Published in Country Extra, March 2016

The She Bear and the Sugar Bowl

A frantic flutter of wings startled me on a quiet early morning at Smokemont Campground on the North Carolina side of the Great Smoky Mountains National Park. Something in the undergrowth had startled the birds. The noise sent a chill through my own chest. I turned toward where the birds had come from just as a large black she-bear padded slowly onto the road behind me. She held her nose high, sniffing the air.

Published in Smoky Mountain Trails, July 1992, and other publications

Shed a Little Light on the Dark Corner