1/15/16 The Whole Hog

I have written about feral hogs before. This is another time. It will likely not be my last. When I was growing up in rural east Mississippi, we never had a problem with wild hogs. There simply weren’t any. But some time along the way, the interlopers crossed over the Father-of-Waters from Arkansas, or across…

12/15/13 Nothing…Nothing at All

Have you ever tried to write about nothing? I do it all the time. Some might think this is dangerous, but the level of danger is proportional with the number of people likely to read it. I am not in much danger, after all. I had a good story to write, but it will have…