One of my favorite things about being a reporter is that you tell the story, but you’re not in the story. Sometimes, though, you end up in the story.
That’s what happened when I became obsessed with two murder cases in Oklahoma. If the reporter in The Innocent Man looks familiar to you, well, that’s because it’s me.
I am a modern feminist. Until I send my husband out hunting.
Winter on a farm is all about rationing your hours of daylight. This weekend I need to spread 2,000 pounds of gravel, I need to put compost and leaf mulch on the garden, I need to start working on rehabbing the chicken coop. I need to.
Snowmelt on wet ground.
Two white horses, owner cringes
Hey look, they found the puddle.