Hal Bennett

Looking back, I realize that my mother was always at her very best during snow, although she was always exquisite all of the time. My mother—our mother, really, for there were six of us depending upon her for life support, our father long ago havin [...]

IT was mid-morning of Second Sunday in August, and John Lewis was drinking beer on the back porch of his father's house in Burnside, He had moved his chair from the left to the right end of the porch so he could watch a snake that had crawled from [...]