Karlyle Tomms - A Personal Story Yesterday my aunt was laid to rest. Cold Arkansas wind sawed at our ears as we stood beside the grave...

By Karlyle Tomms She eloped across the county line at fourteen, lied about her age, and married a man almost twice her age. He probably...

On the day my father died, I found a black feather on my way back from lunch standing straight up in the grass as though it had been...

Moments of Peace Karlyle Tomms 7/30/16 Pinnacle Mountain stands alone along the Arkansas...

Three words came to mind the first time I saw her –weird, strange, and goofy. She was older than the rest of us. She had a minimum of...

The eastern Ozarks of Arkansas are not quite as grand as those to the west. Here the Ozark Mountains begin to roll gradually into the...

I understand hate. I have felt rage so intense that it incites to kill. I have felt seething, malignant resentment so extreme that it...

(NOTE: I have been surprised by the number of people (All white people so far) who have completely missed the point of this essay. This...

Yesterday my aunt was laid to rest. Cold Arkansas wind sawed at our ears as we stood beside the grave site, an omen of snow later to...

A glass of wine, a magazine and the porch swing in warm weather, back against a pillow, wind chimes and hummingbirds. This is my...

New Year—new beginnings. Everyone thinks about this transition every year as one year rolls over into the other. Goals and resolutions...