During the summer of 2011, billions of cicada eggs hatched inside tree twigs across the Southeast. The hatchlings, called nymphs, dropped down and bur.
On a mid-September morning, 14 men and women gather at an abandoned quarry off U.S. 441 a mile or so south of Sugarlands and confront a vertical stone.
Who were they? How did they get here? What were their lives like? These are questions that constantly resonate with me when I gaze upon clouds and mou.
Many people of a certain age have a special affection for Smokey Bear, or “Smokey the Bear,” as he has also been called. I remember reading Smokey’s s.