In the last post, I shared a bit about the town of Piggott in northeast Arkansas, where I was fortunate to spend several days last spring with a friend. I've always had a little bit of an affinity for doing random things with random people or putting together an event or social gathering that throws all sorts of differing personalities into a living, breathing experiment. While my husband is the scientist, I love the results of observing human beings in my own hypothetical laboratory. In this ... View Post
The Biggest Small Town in Arkansas
The charming town of Piggott (population 3,774) sits on the edge of Crowley's Ridge looking eastward toward the Delta, and it's surrounded on three sides by Missouri. Happily for Arkansas, though, it's all ours. When my pal and I made off far too late one evening in an easterly direction toward Piggott for a writers' retreat at the Hemingway-Pfeiffer Museum and Educational Center last spring, we had no idea the journey would take us two hours longer than we planned (be forewarned and ... View Post
(Almost) One Hundred Years of Solitude
One of my favorite authors, Gabriel García Márquez, will end his writing career due to dementia. At eighty-five, he has produced prolifically since 1947. He was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1982, three years prior to the publication of my favorite (and the best-known) of his works: Love in the Time of Cholera. The announcement by USA Today is somewhat uncommon - it seems that most authors simply fade away. To me, it seems like a stoic announcement by García Márquez that he will ... View Post
