Delta Dreaming

 Last week I travelled through the forgotten part of our state, the Arkansas Delta. I passed through a community named, of all things, Geths...

 America has forgotten how to dream. I saw something like that in a quote and it started me thinking. My thoughts: Yes we have. No we have n...

 In 2024, an estimated 41.7 million Americans were receiving food stamps, also known as Supplemental Nutrition Assistance Program (SNAP) ben...

Sometimes visiting places from where your roots grew is like taking a calming dip in a pool of warm memories. It was for my sister, brother,...

  Fruits of Silence By Jimmie vonTungeln ©2006               The boy leaned forward on the wagon seat and shrugged. He twisted his fac...

  Memories By Jimmie von Tungeln Mama used to say us girls picked on Eula Faye or else egged her on, but I can tell you that she gave ab...

  The Charleston By Jimmie von Tungeln The younger girl held the matchbox steady as the older bored through one side and out the other a...

I often visit cities with major problems. Some are apparent, some aren’t. Some appeared with the mechanization of farming. Some appeared a h...

  If things work out, I hope to have a few good years left as an urban planner. Continuing to work at it remains more fulfilling than, say, ...

Last week, we learned of a mysterious farm hand in the Depression-era Arkansas Delta. Here is an account of the same man from a different vo...

Fiction Friday: Here's the first part of a longer piece I wrote when I was trying to fictionalize some stories my late father-in-law, Ju...