Willie and water

By Tina Hogue It was hot that day, even in the hallways inside, and in the corner of a pen, a dusty bear-skinned dog named ‘Willie’ had his belly on the concrete trying to keep cool. “He loves water,” the guy at the desk said, “he’ll just lay in it.” “Maybe he’s part Lab?” we …

A summer waltz

By Hilary Hobbs “I will be rocks , I will be water” The crooning lyrics, sung by local bluegrass band Hick’ry Switch, rise up into the evening sky. “Lift your head up to your wind.” I do. I sway in time to the guitar and voice as the create a new harmony, blending with the …