The rain yesterday didn’t dampen the enthusiasm of writers and readers who flocked to the library for the second annual Northwest Arkansas Author’s Fair. There were three rooms full of authors displaying books on many subjects, from cookbooks to fantasy. I set up my table with copies of Grave Shift, business cards, and a paper […]
Oct 5, 2013
It Was Just That Kind of Afternoon…
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The fall morning began in an ordinary way. The old yellow coffee pot gurgled in the kitchen. My mother, Flora Tucker, whistled Amazing Grace as she stirred up pancake batter and I, Darcy Campbell, had no thoughts more mysterious than sitting down at the computer as soon as I could and continuing to work on […]
Sep 30, 2013
Squirrel Wisdom
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Yesterday, when I wrote about the rain and how it inspired me to bake chocolate chip cookies, a pie crust, and stir up some fudge, I was reminded of one of my favorite children’s books, Thunder Cake. Have any of you parents or grandparents or retired teachers ever read it to your children? When Sara was […]
Sep 29, 2013
Rain and Perfect Strangers
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The clouds in the west gathered force and moved toward me as I set out on a quest for a car dealership yesterday. The brochure in the mail gave the address so why couldn’t I find it? Surely it was a large establishment proudly proclaiming all kinds of beautiful automobiles. I’m sure it was there […]
Sep 20, 2013
Rain at Night
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A soft rumble woke me some time during the night. No, it wasn’t the roar of tens of thousands of motorcycles in Fayetteville’s Bikes, Blues, and BBQ shindig although I went to sleep with that sound in my ears. Neither was it the soft snore of a sleeping giant somewhere overhead. It was thunder! And this morning, […]
Sep 14, 2013
Contrast
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Last night as I stepped out on the deck and glanced up at the trees, I was struck by the beauty of contrast. Shadows draped the lower trunks of the tall trees in my yard while the sun brightened their top branches. Sunshine and shadow, light and dark. If I had not looked up, it […]
