Having grown up in the Ozarks when the world was not yet so complicated, I’m often reminded of the gentler times–those magnificent days where there was always “room for just one more.” Besides our ready availability to others, there are other things that I remember and miss: Sundays were indeed a time of worship and rest. Weekends weren’t ruled by …
For Better or Worse
I remember as a child often hearing older people lament the perils of progress. “I wish everything would just stay the same,” they’d remark to just about anyone who would listen. I didn’t fully grasp what they meant at the time, but as I grew older it began to register. Progress was when my Nana’s beloved home was razed and bulldozed down to …