Kelsey Lou had never heard a real romantic story in Ozarks vernacular English before. But here... James told this story of unintended, quintessential romance in their native tongue with all the heartfelt honesty of a young possum in a winter hen house.
I've been thinking today about Milton Burke, AP Literature teacher at Fayetteville High School, in Arkansas.I had wanted so much to impress him; to receive his assurance that I was a good student; to earn an A in his class. But 4th hour was when the school resource officer always came to take me out … Continue reading What’s Your Real Story?
Kelsey Lou and sister Karly Lynn must team up to protect one another against the forces of Patriarchy encroaching on their garden, invading their home, and squashing their hopes for real romance – or their futures – to ever blossom.
Kelsey Lou felt the weight of this truth, sittin' beside Mr. Bybee smackin' dip under his lip in American History. Even though he was asking for her homework, not sex, it felt the same. Fact was, she'd said no, and he wouldn't take the answer she gave him.
"Well ain't you pertty as a chrome skull on the hood of a Chevy drivin' down a paved road," Junior smiled as he took off his hat. Kelsey Lou Faye didn't care for the dress her mama'd made for her. It waddn't pretty like Dolly's Coat of Many Colors. Kelsey Lou's mama had stitched this dress with bitterness and spite — the kind that attracted the attention of good ol' boys like Junior.
The Front Porch 