Where folklore meets fantasy
Tales, Heresies & Ruminations
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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August 21, 2025
Robin Fields ponders the mystery of choice and is led to write his own Ozarks folktale
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August 14, 2025
No matter how accurate the map, there's always a cyclone. Always...
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August 7, 2025
Sometimes fake treasure leads to real discovery, and real discovery leads to real trouble
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July 31, 2025
"A girl's gotta have some fun!"
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July 24, 2025
Sometimes Hollywood changes more than just your address
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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...
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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...
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July 3, 2025
Another Ozarks Folktale by Otis Bulfinch
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July 10, 2025
Killing a fella can make you go off the rails
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July 17, 2025
What happened to me on the Wakarusa River
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July 25, 2025
Why must everything be so damned hard?
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August 3, 2025
If I could just get the voices to get along...
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September 13, 2025
"Honor is like paper money: something the government spreads around because it doesn't cost them anything."
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Bulfinch's Memoirs
A meditation on boyhood glory, camping on the Buffalo River, and the memories that redeem us in our final moments
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Bulfinch's Memoirs
In the end, all things shall be restored
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Bulfinch's Memoirs
Nothing done in love is ever in vain
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Bulfinch's Memoirs
The hermeneutical problem with ghosts
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Bulfinch's Memoirs
John Gaskins finally meets his match
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Bulfinch's Memoirs
Talkin' 'Bout My Generation
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Bulfinch's Memoirs
A hitchhiker's theological debate with a family from Illinois
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Bulfinch's Memoirs
A VW van full of hippies, the Ozarks Folk Festival, and the best day ever to be seventeen
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Bulfinch's Memoirs
Bawdy folk songs and anti-war anthems at the Ozarks Folk Festival
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February 10, 2026
The day a religious monument builder interrupted a protest concert in Eureka Springs, and what Vietnam taught us that we forgot by Afghanistan
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April 4, 2026
An oration by Hank Sparrowhawk on the Little God versus the Big God at the Eureka Springs Folk Festival
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Bulfinch's Memoirs
When the Young Salvationists from Mountain Home mount the stage, a theologically exhausted crowd gets exactly what it didn't know it needed.
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Bulfinch's Memoirs
The Young Salvationists admit the difficulty of surrendering everything to the will of God in spite of our best intentions.
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Pursuing Daisy Garfield
In which Daisy looks into a glass dimly and doubts the goodness of the Power Behind the Stars. But who among us is righteous to judge her? Who among us sees more clearly than she?
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Bulfinch’s Memoirs
Wherein Otis Bulfinch remembers that oracles tell the truth, but they tell it sideways, because in the end, interpretations are never straight-forward, and let’s face it, interpretation is everything.
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Bulfinch’s Memoirs
Otis Bulfinch interrupts his memoirs to recall the time his father saw a miracle.
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Bulfinch’s Memoirs
The largest debts are the ones we didn’t incur
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Bulfinch’s Memoirs
Wherein Otis contemplates the “restless, questing youth” who will change the world and wonders if he’s part of his generation or not, and if he’s not, then whose generation does he belong to?
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Bulfinch’s Memoirs
“I have provided for the house of my God the gold for the things of gold, the silver for the things of silver, the bronze for the things of bronze, the iron for the things of iron, wood for the things of wood, and onyx stones inlaid ….” (1 Chronicles 29:1-2)
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Bulfinch’s Memoirs
“Thou hast been in Eden the garden of God; every precious stone was thy covering, the sardius, topaz, and the diamond, the beryl, the onyx, and the jasper, the sapphire, the emerald, and the carbuncle, and gold: the workmanship of thy tablets and of thy pipes was prepared in thee in the day that thou wast created.” (Ezekiel 28:13 KJV)
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Bulfinch’s Memoirs
What we learn and what we’re taught can be very, very different.
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Bulfinch’s Memoirs
A vignette of the man who loved tornadoes.
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Bulfinch’s Memoirs
The truth will set you free, unless, of course, freedom is an illusion, in which case it’s hard to say exactly what the truth is good for.
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Bulfinch’s Memoirs
Wherein Otis Bulfinch discusses liminality on the open road.
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