August 28, 2025
I was seventeen years of age during the Summer of Love—that's 1967 for the ignorant among you—and I had just dropped out of East Norton High School before the s.o.b.s kicked me out...
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Robin Fields ponders the mystery of choice and is led to write his own Ozarks folktale
Read more →August 14, 2025
No matter how accurate the map, there's always a cyclone. Always...
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Sometimes fake treasure leads to real discovery, and real discovery leads to real trouble
Read more →July 31, 2025
"A girl's gotta have some fun!"
Read more →July 24, 2025
Sometimes Hollywood changes more than just your address
Read more →July 17, 2025
After witnessing Aunt Prim's spectacular fall from grace, I found myself pondering the nature of propriety and the price we pay for respectability...
Read more →July 10, 2025
In all my years of theological questioning, nothing has caused more trouble than trying to figure out what the Almighty had in mind when He invented desire...
Read more →July 3, 2025
Another Ozarks Folktale by Otis Bulfinch
Read more →July 10, 2025
An excerpt from the novel
Read more →July 17, 2025
What happened to me on the Wakarusa River
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On symbols, consciousness, and the radical meaning of the crucifix
Read more →July 25, 2025
Why must everything be so damned hard?
Read more →August 3, 2025
If I could just get the voices to get along...
Read more →September 13, 2025
"Honor is like paper money: something the government spreads around because it doesn't cost them anything."
Read more →September 15, 2025
Peace, be still
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