The ownership we feel for places we have lived seems absolute. Any house we’ve called home was ours. No one else’s. Even if several others
Category: John Moore
Fear Itself, John Moore
A granddaddy long legs climbed onto my face while I was out brush hogging on the tractor. I’d like to apologize to the neighbor for
When Boy Meets Grill
Ever have one of those moments where something in your head says you need to do something, but you’re not sure why? Recently, a memory
A Driving Force
The door of a 1971 Buick Electra 225 Limited is longer than its name, and likely heavier than the entire car you’re driving now. That
Right on Cue
As a kid growing up in Ashdown, Arkansas, there were places I was supposed to be found and a couple of places I wasn’t. One