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CONTENTS EDITOR-IN-CHIEF / OWNER Catherine Frederick CHIEF OPERATING OFFICER Scott Frederick MANAGING EDITOR Marla Cantrell CONTRIBUTING WRITERS / PHOTOGRAPHERS Marla Cantrell Marcus Coker Catherine Frederick Dwain Hebda Saidee Holmes Jade Graves Megan Lankford Chad Rogers Tom Wing Jessica Sowards GRAPHIC DESIGNER Artifex 323 - Jessica Mays PROOFREADER Charity Chambers
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ALL ROADS LEAD TO GREENWOOD Greenwood is a small town with a growing food scene. Find out why food trucks are gravitating to this spot, and why the locals are loving it.
CHICKIE NEEDS A COOP When is a chicken coop more than a chicken coop? When it’s built by a man whose mission was to make his chicken-loving wife happy.
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SAVORY SOUTHERN SLAWS
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Picnics, cookouts, and family dinners. Those are the staples of summertime. Looking for a slaw recipe that will make you famous(ish)? We can help!
This Arkansas AAU basketball coach is shaping the future of some extraordinary kids by teaching them impressive skills on the court, and how to be the best they can be in the game of life.
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letter from the editor
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July. Can you believe it? It seems like it was
Next, we’re heading to Figure Five to talk about
just hours ago when the last school bell rang
a chicken coop! You heard right, a chicken
out, signaling the end of the day and the
coop. We were so impressed when long-time
beginning of summer. Since then, my
reader David Wallace sent us the photos of
family has been on the go. Pool parties.
this mobile chicken coop his neighbor,
Movie nights. Barbeques. Road trips
Mark Burton, built, we knew we had
to watch our son play basketball. I
don’t
remember
my
to share the story behind it.
childhood
Dwain Hebda shares the story of the
summers being quite so full. I would
AAU basketball team, Arkansas Rising
spend an afternoon playing in a creek, or
Stars, and their coach, Jay Barnett, who is
in the kitchen with Memaw, or riding my
molding the lives of so many young men. I
bike, the wind in my hair.
know this first-hand since my son is fortunate enough to play on his team.
I have to remind myself that the kids growing up today will probably feel just as sentimental when they look back.
If you’re looking for your next vacation destination, consider
They’ll probably think their kids’ childhoods are moving faster
Memphis. Marcus Coker took a whirlwind trip there recently and
than theirs did. The only way I know to remedy any of it is to
has so many great suggestions for you. Plus, Memphis is an easy
stay in the moment. To not only snap photo after photo, but to
drive from Fort Smith and the surrounding areas.
stop for a minute and cherish my family. Those memories are as bright as photographs and just as long-lasting. I should know, I
If you’re staying home in July, check out our Top Ten Things
have gathered thousands of them.
to Do. Check out the fireworks shows, Art on the Border, the Peacemakers Festival, and the Johnson County Peach Festival,
In this edition of Do South , we’re hearing from guest writer Chad ®
just to name a few.
Rogers, whose memory of his family’s get-together will leave you in stitches and make you look at hot dogs in a whole new way.
Finally, you must check out our Locally Owned Guide. You’ll
Jessica Sowards takes us with her to a coffee shop where she
meet some new people, find out more about businesses that
regroups when the pressures of life get a little too heavy.
make our community unique and wonderful, and get some great shopping ideas.
From there, we’re heading to Greenwood to meet a few people behind the food truck craze that’s bringing variety and, surpris-
Happy Fourth of July! Happy summer! Grab hold of those memo-
ingly, a lot of new friendships to the town. A big plus? The dishes
ries. They are the most precious things of all.
we tried were delicious.
~Catherine
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Twilight Kayak Mountainburg 479.369.1018 Reserve your spot now for an evening kayak adventure at Lake Fort Smith State Park. Space is limited.
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The fun starts at noon, at Harry E. Kelley Riverpark, with a car show. At 7pm, live music by The Boss Tweeds, the River Valley Community Band, and Mr. Cabbagehead & the Screamin' Radishes. Fireworks start at 9pm.
Ales for Trails Fort Smith ales4trails.com Harry E. Kelly Riverpark will amp up with live music, a 5K beer run, a Baggo tournament, and more than 400 craft brews at this year’s Ales for Trails.
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Art on the Border Fort Smith 479.806.5079 More than 40 great artists will have their fine art, pottery, glassware, baskets, jewelry, woodwork, ceramics, and sculptures for sale at the Blue Lion and the Riverfront Pavilion in downtown Fort Smith.
Peaches, homemade crafts, a terrapin race, a bicycle obstacle course, a peachpit spitting contest, a peach eating contest, a fishing derby, parade, a horseshoe pitching tournament and more.
Peacemaker Festival Fort Smith peacemakerfest.com Grace Potter, Anderson East, Rival Sons, The Cadillac Three, Funky Meters, Paul Thorn, and Ray Wylie Hubbard. It’s enough to make your heart beat faster. Hear these great musicians in downtown Fort Smith at this epic festival.
AUGUST 1ST My City is a Fort Fort Smith chaffeecrossing.com Bring your kids, ages 5-12, to build cardboard "forts" in conjunction with Fort Smith's bicentennial celebration. There will be prizes, live entertainment, and free hot dogs.
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Our Community Cares words Do South® staff
The Kistler Center has been a premiere provider of occupational, physical, and speechlanguage therapy for children for over 39 years. What was born out of one family’s 3304 South M Street Fort Smith, AR 72903 479.785.4677 kistlercenter.org
need has grown to become a respected outpatient treatment center known throughout Arkansas and Oklahoma. In 2011, the Kistler Center was certified by the Department of Human Services, Developmental Disabilities Services as a Community Employment Support (CES) Waiver provider. The CES Waiver program serves children and adults with developmental disabilities. In 2012, the Kistler Center became a provider of Autism Waiver services. This is a statewide intensive intervention program for young children between the ages of 18 months
Next month, we’ll showcase another worthy charity in our area. If you have a non-profit you’d like to see recognized, email us at editors@dosouthmagazine.com.
and 8 years with a confirmed diagnosis of autism. Both the CES Waiver and the Autism Waiver programs are a natural continuation of their services. Do South® spoke with Executive Director Jennifer Kistler to learn more.
DS: How did the Gregory Kistler Treatment Center, Inc. get its start? Jennifer: My brother, Gregory, was injured in an automobile accident at the age of six, in 1962. Twelve years later, my daughter, Michelle, was born with spina bifida. As a result, our family became aware of the need for a center in Fort Smith that could provide therapy services, and at the same time, allow parents to see that they are not alone.
DS: Do you recall how many children were helped that first year? Jennifer: I remember that 12 children were referred for physical therapy as soon as our doors opened and we continued to grow so much the first year that we had to expand our treatment area. We kept hand-written data in a large orange journal that we still have to this day. Last year, 501 children received therapy and about 40 families were served in our waiver programs.
DS: How can Do South® readers help? Jennifer: If you know of someone needing therapy or waiver services, ask them to give us a call. We may be able to help. Readers can visit our Facebook page and learn more about giving opportunities, employment, and events. We typically have a wish list of items needed and most can be purchased at little cost while shopping.
DS: Is there anything else you’d like to share? Jennifer: The Kistler Center is happy to be part of the Fort Smith community and is grateful for the continuing support that we receive. DOSOUTHMAGAZINE.COM
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The Perfect Mother By Aimee Molloy Harper | 317 pages | $28 review Marla Cantrell
If you’re a mom, you remember how mysterious the world of
The night should end with the women walking each other
pregnancy is. How disarming motherhood can be, no matter
home. With stories of a July night when they blew off a little
how hard you prepare. Your body changes, your emotions are
steam. But before that can happen, the nanny calls to say
quicksilver, sharp and shifting. And worry shows up as your
Winnie’s baby has gone missing, taken from his bed as she
newest companion.
dozed in the living room.
In The Perfect Mother, author Aimee Molloy captures these
As the police investigate, the moms’ group comes under scru-
feelings perfectly. A group of pregnant women in Brooklyn
tiny. Photos from the bar surface, making the women look
form a group called the May Moms (each is due in May) and
reckless and wild. Reporters park outside Winnie’s house,
meet at Prospect Park twice a week to support each other. Of
watching her every move, digging up anything they can find
all the members, Winnie seems to be the one who’s unlike the
about her past.
rest. She’s reserved, for one thing. For another, she seems to grow more beautiful with each passing week. Plus, she’s single.
It turns out she has a trove of secrets. So do the other moms. As detectives unearth new clues in the baby’s disappearance,
After the moms give birth, they continue to meet, bringing
each woman comes under scrutiny. And each has to face a
their babies along. Each is trying to master motherhood, and
past they thought they’d successfully buried.
each feels she's not measuring up. Even the stubborn pregnancy weight seems like a failure. Surely, they think, they
The tension builds as weeks go by with no sighting of the baby.
should look and be perfect.
The moms keep meeting, without Winnie of course, and they do their own detective work, putting themselves in danger.
As the Fourth of July nears, the group plans a night on the town without their babies. It’s an easy prospect for the
Before the inevitable twist is revealed, we’ve come to sympa-
married moms, but for Winnie, who doesn’t have a partner,
thize with the women. It makes the revelation of who’s behind
the venture seems impossible. But then, one of the moms
this crime a little scarier, hitting closer to home now that we
offers her new nanny to Winnie, who reluctantly accepts.
understand the pressures of perfection.
The moms meet at a local bar. A few drink too much. A few
Already, Kerry Washington, the star of Scandal, has bought
get rowdy. And then Winnie becomes the target of unwanted
the movie rights to the book, so be watching for news of a
attention from a man with his sights set on her.
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words Megan Lankford, Botanical Garden of the Ozarks image courtesy Botanical Garden of the Ozarks
July in the Garden YOU CAN PLANT:
THE DIRT: Here at the Botanical Garden of the Ozarks, it’s 10am and the garden is alive with sound. Beyond the call of birds and the chirp of crickets, children are running, playing, laughing, and learning. Little Sprouts and Garden Buds, two of our children’s programs, are in session. There are children ranging in age from those who are still toddling along, to those who have already completed their first or second year in elementary school. Although their lessons are varied, perhaps their most important lessons are those spent digging in the dirt. Little hands rarely sow straight lines, but we’re not here to teach them how to stay in line. We’re here to teach them so much more. Gardening teaches young children an array of skills that are important as they grow and become adults. They gain an understanding of how a seed grows into a plant, and that plants need care to live and thrive. It can teach them selfconfidence by allowing them to care for the garden, and then reap the rewards by getting to eat what they grew. Their love and respect for nature grows as they see all the creatures that share the garden with us. Perhaps most importantly children will try foods that they would never try at home, if they grow the plants themselves. If you’ve never seen a child eat raw kale, then you’ve likely never gardened with them. The next time a little hand grabs yours and asks to come to the vegetable garden with you, simply smile and say yes. The little extra time we spend teaching them, can translate to a lifetime of rewards. Allow their minds to wander, their bellies to be filled, and their hearts to brim over with wonder. To learn more about our summer programs, visit www.bgozarks.org. DOSOUTHMAGAZINE.COM
Arugula, Beets, Beans, Carrots, Corn, Cucumber, Parsnip. Sow in dappled shade in late July: Bok Choy, Broccoli, Cabbage, Kale, Leeks, Onions, Scallions, Spinach. Hold off on planting any trees, shrubs, or perennials until November.
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This year, as Fort Smith celebrates its bicentennial, author and historian Tom Wing will be sharing stories of our city’s past in each edition of Do South®.
John and Susan Good
Mary and Henry Strong
THE BLUE AND THE GRAY words Tom Wing, Historian and Author IMAGEs John and Susan Good (1858), courtesy Hill College, Texas Mary and Henry Strong (1867), courtesy Carolyn Gleason and Ralph Moody
The Civil War brought soldiers to Fort Smith from various states
Gray: John J. Good was born in Mississippi, educated in
in the Confederacy and the Union. Fort Smith was occupied at
Tennessee, and practiced law in Alabama before seeking his
the beginning of the war by Confederate forces, as Arkansas
fortune in Texas. He married Susan Floyd and together they had
became one of eleven states to leave federal authority. By 1863,
six children. He helped draft the Texas Ordinance of Secession,
Union soldiers had come to Fort Smith, pushing out the Rebels,
before being assigned to the Dallas Artillery Battery, which even-
and stayed till the end of the war and into the reconstruction
tually bore his name “Good’s Texas Battery.” In the summer of
period that followed. Two soldiers, one gray and the other blue
1861, Good’s artillerymen and other Texas troops journeyed
lend insight into those perilous times.
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doned the fort earlier that spring, as Arkansas moved toward
As part of the 12th Kansas, he helped fortify the perimeter of
secession. John and his wife frequently wrote letters, which were
Fort Smith by digging trenches and building artillery positions.
collectively published in 1971.
Strong and his regiment participated in battles near Camden later that spring, and in June he and twenty-four others were
In August of 1861, Good writes to his wife that on the journey,
guarding the steamboat named J.R. Williams, which was headed
he and his men witnessed a great war dance of Chickasaw and
from Fort Smith to Fort Gibson in the Cherokee Nation. The
Choctaw Confederate troops.
boat was carrying supplies and food including 16,000 pounds of bacon. Attacked by artillery and overwhelming numbers fifty
In another letter, he describes the town this way: “There are
miles upriver from Fort Smith, Strong, and his fellow soldiers,
many noble men and patriotic women here, and they are far
had to march back to Arkansas. In July 1864, he gave account of
more attentive to us than can be expected. The ladies have an
the Confederate attack on Fort Smith describing the brave and
association. Their president continually sends word not to pay
decisive conduct of the 11th United States Colored Troops, and
one cent for sewing or washing but to send them everything
the 2nd Kansas Battery. Before summer’s end, Strong and the
of the kind. Today, they sent for a list of the sick who ought
12th Kansas witnessed the execution of four guerrillas who were
not to remain in camp and assure me they shall have comfort-
caught posing as federal troops.
able rooms in the city and every attention desired. God Bless the women of Fort Smith, who by their many acts of kindness, have
Through the winter of 1864-65, large numbers of refugees and
charmed the soldier’s heart more than anything since our depar-
former slaves displaced by the war, sought help in Fort Smith. On
ture from home. What a pity all our southern women are not of
February 23, 1865, Strong “Bade Adieu to Fort Smith, and went
the same stamp. The Dallas Herald should give them praise, not a
scudding down the Arkansas River, the band playing patriotic
puff.” Good closes his letter, “Give my love to all, kiss my sons,
tunes.” Arriving in Little Rock, he rejoiced at the news of Robert
and accept the love and affection of your husband.”
E. Lee’s surrender and was devastated upon hearing of Lincoln’s assassination. In July, the 12th Kansas was sent home. Strong
Good’s Battery was in the center of the action at the Battle of
married Mary Madden, had one daughter, and ran a mercantile
Pea Ridge, in March 1862. Good had a number of his men killed
store in Mound City, Kansas until his death in 1927.
and wounded but escaped injury himself. He survived the war, returned to his wife and children in Texas, and was elected mayor
John Good and Henry Strong were only two of the many soldiers
of Dallas in 1880.
from Texas, Louisiana, Missouri, Kansas, Arkansas, Iowa, Illinois, Ohio, and Indian Territory whose lives were not only “touched by
Blue: After winning a crucial battle at Honey Springs in Indian
the incommunicable experience of war,” but also left a record of
Territory, in July 1863, Federal troops arrived to take back Fort
those times in Fort Smith.
Smith in September of that year. In late December, the 12th Kansas Infantry arrived from Fort Scott, Kansas, marching all the way and eventually crossing the frozen Arkansas River at Van Buren on foot. Private Henry A. Strong was one of those Kansas soldiers who, much to his dismay had a “rather rough introduction to this sunny land.” Strong was born in Illinois but raised and educated in Mound City, Kansas. He enlisted in the 12th Kansas Infantry in 1862, and after a few weeks, decided to keep a diary. In February 1864, Strong got to forget about the war for an evening. He attended “a regular HO DOWN, had a young lady ask me for a chaw of tobacco.”
For further information:
Cannon Smoke: The Letters of Captain John J. Good, Good-Douglas Battery, CSA Edited by Lester Newton Fitzhugh 1971 Hill College Press
A Rough Introduction to this Sunny Land: The Civil War Diary of Private Henry A. Strong Co. K, 12th Kansas Infantry Edited by Tom Wing 2006 Butler Center for Arkansas Studies
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Kim and Randy Didier
All Roads Lead to
Greenwood words Marla Cantrell IMAGEs Saidee Holmes and courtesy Truckin’ Delicious
When I was told that Greenwood, Arkansas, has a growing food truck presence, I decided to investigate. I drove there on a stifling day in the middle of June with not much of a plan. I’d stop when I saw one of the mobile eateries, and I’d ask a few questions. The food truck owners I met seemed like minor celebrities. As I interviewed them, there were regular customers ready to offer praise for both the dishes and the friendships that had formed between the buyers and sellers. As for why Greenwood is such a spot for this kind of interaction, it comes down to location, location, location. Greenwood is separated from Fort Smith by only about twenty miles. But Fort Smith has a population of just over 88,000, and Greenwood clocks in at a little less than 9,500. There is much to recommend Greenwood: a school system that gets a ton of praise (Go Bulldogs!). A close-knit community that shows up for football games and church on Sundays and festivals that happen in the spring and fall. What it doesn’t have is as many restaurants as Fort Smith. And that, I was told, makes this bustling town perfect for the food truck scene. There is a spot at 636 West Center Street, across from Walgreen’s, that is the mainstay for these mobile eateries. There’s a rotating system in place that allows different food trucks on different workdays. For instance, on Tuesdays, One Stop Burrito out of Charleston, sets up shop. On Thursdays, the day I visited, Beef O’ Brady’s, which has a brick and mortar restaurant in Fort Smith, was set up and taking orders well before eleven in the morning. Owners Kim and Randy Didier, who live in and love Greenwood, talked about what their truck does for them. At Beef O’ Brady’s full-service restaurant location, they can’t be as nimble. Menus are less flexible, but at their truck, Randy
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mixes things up, trying whatever he likes. On a recent trip to
11am-7pm, every Thursday in Greenwood.
New Orleans, he picked up Chef Justin Wilson’s cookbook, and he’s been cooking things like jambalaya and shrimp
My second stop was at Holy Smoke Barbeque, at 2321 West
gumbo at home, getting the recipes perfected for when the
Center Street. This trailer remains stationary, at least for now.
backbreaking heat of summer finally leaves.
Holy Smoke Barbeque sits in the shade with white picnic tables topped with patio umbrellas ready for customers.
While selling food is their top priority, advertising runs a close
Caren Byers, the owner, bought the establishment about two
second. The truck serves as a rolling billboard. Greenwood is
months ago, a quick decision that changed her life.
only one of the places they serve. On other days, they drive to other towns like Ozark, Waldron, and Clarksville, getting
Caren loved cooking at home, and when this place went up
to know customers, and inviting them to stop at their main
for sale, she jumped at the chance. Her roots run deep in
location when they visit Fort Smith.
Greenwood, and she believed she could make a go of it. As she was talking to me, one of the regulars, Chris Brewer, of
One of their best practices is that they take orders by text
Greenwood Collision, was picking up his order. “All their
message, and they provide their phone number and daily
food is good. Their pulled pork is good. Their barbeque
menu on their Facebook page.
sauce has a really smoky flavor. They’re close to work,” he said, citing why he’s loyal to this place.
As I was interviewing them, one of their customers stopped by to pick up lunch. Todd Hales, minister for Greenwood’s
When Caren bought the trailer, the top seller was the
Northside Church of Christ, is a regular. “They make the food
Barbeque Nachos, a dish she’d never considered before
while you wait,” he says, “so you know it’s fresh.” As he’s
buying the place. Justin Sweeten, whom she calls Sweet,
leaving, two construction workers arrive, and Kim hurries
helps with the cooking and smoking and makes the barbeque
to take their order. “We understand that many people only
beans every day. Since she’s been here, the pulled pork sand-
have thirty minutes for lunch, so we make sure they get their
wiches and ribs are selling well.
food quickly.” Each month, she changes Holy Smoke’s special, and she has a The Pulled Pork on a Bun with Cole Slaw and Fries was selling
family pack with brisket, pork ribs, and two Polish or hot links
fast while I was there. I tried the Southwest Eggrolls that
for less than sixteen dollars.
had just the right amount of spice. The menu also included Funnel Cake Fries. One day if I throw caution to the wind,
I tasted the ribs, pulled pork sandwich, beans, potato salad,
I just might try them. Beef O’ Brady’s truck operates from
and cole slaw. The food was delicious, and Chris was right:
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the barbeque sauce made the meal even better. Holy Smoke is
Caprese salad with cheese tortellini and tons of other ingre-
open from 11 a.m. – 8 p.m., Wednesday through Saturday.
dients. I had someone say they wished they could roll around in it.” Tasha laughs. “People like a little flair.”
My third stop was at Truckin’ Delicious, a food truck that is often in Greenwood on Tuesdays. (Check their Facebook
Tasha, who grew up in Greenwood and lives there still, is
page to be sure or sign up for email alerts.) Owner Tasha
proud to see food trucks gaining ground. Food should be
Taylor was standing outside, wearing flower-patterned pink
an experience, she says, and she thinks these new options
Crocs, polka-dotted sunglasses, an apron printed with row
are a good way to add variety wherever they go. Follow
after row of food trucks. One of the first things she said
Truckin’ Delicious on Facebook to see where the truck will
was, “Feeding people makes me happy.” And then she told
be on any given day.
the story of dreaming of this truck, of reading a guide to starting a food truck business night after night.
By the end of my day, I was overheated and overly full, and fascinated by those who operate food trucks. Imagine what
Truckin’ Delicious just celebrated its third anniversary, and
it’s like for them, when the temperature around a grill can
Tasha estimates they’ve served at least 100,000 meals since
rise to 120 degrees in the summer. Some of the owners said
then. Part of that calculation includes participating in events
thirteen-hour days are the norm. Not one of them offered
like the Peacemaker Festival in Fort Smith, which takes place
this information as a complaint. Instead, they remarked
on July 27 and 28 this year.
on how lucky they feel to do what they love and to meet customers who often become friends.
Tasha’s food has been described as upscale comfort food. She likes to take something familiar and turn it on its head. “For instance,” she says, “the Pizza-rito has everything that comes in pizza, but we stuff it in a burrito.”
Several other food trucks, including but not limited to Hungry Wolf Café and Fat Man’s on the Move, also serve Greenwood. They have
Another big seller is Truckin’ Tot, giant tater tots filled with cheddar and scallions.
Facebook pages. I also found a wealth of information at the River Valley Food Truck Association’s Facebook page, including which trucks are where, and for how long, on any given day.
The Truckin’ Delicious menu changes every two weeks, offering dishes that keep Tasha’s customers happy. “We do a
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Words Jessica Sowards
images Jeremiah Sowards and Jackson Whitaker
I am an observer. A people-watcher. My walk through this broken world is dotted and flourished with a great appreciation for humanity and for the details of it. For a long time, I found this a trivial fact about myself, but in recent years, I’ve realized it is so much more. It is a saving grace.
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Sometimes I have days when I am altogether overwhelmed.
into a few days, into a week. And I would believe I might go
They are usually accentuated by hormonal cycles and by too
on forever feeling like I was drowning.
many consecutive nights of bad sleep. I don’t choose these days, and I don’t like them, but occasionally, completely
Jeremiah has learned me well after eight years of marriage.
against my desires, I will wake up and be entirely overcome
He no longer engages with my lamenting on days like this.
with hopelessness. All I can think about is the mess in the
Instead, he sends me to a coffee shop and tells me to go have
laundry room and the weeds in the garden and the fact that
a cup of coffee and a talk with Jesus. He tells me to go and
my six-year-old can’t read yet. Then it snowballs, and before I
get my head on straight.
know it, I’m digging up old arguments with my husband Jeremiah and lamenting our debt and feeling like a complete and
It’s not the coffee that helps calm the storm. It is absolutely
total failure at everything I do. I shut down. I want to hide. I
the conversation with Jesus that does the trick. But, maybe
don’t talk to anyone, because if I do talk to someone, I’ll have
not how you think. Do you know what deconstructs the stage
an emotional meltdown.
of frustration? Do you know what takes my fear off the throne of my heart and firmly places Jesus and His heart back in its place of priority?
Today was an overwhelmed day. I have fifty-two unread text messages. I won’t even tell you how many emails. My Instagram inbox would make a more
People. Humanity. In all its beautiful broken-
organized woman weep and beg surrender.
ness. I have found that when I feel life and
I used to consider the fact that I found myself feeling this way
her demands may just swallow me whole, I can
about my life a grand failure, an integral flaw in my character.
always find a little perspective in the corner of
I considered it a weakness in my faith, perhaps a shortage in my revelation of Jesus. How could I, a redeemed child of God,
a busy coffee house.
ever feel so hopeless? Is He not the author of hope? It started raining right as I parked my car tonight. I took a seat I woke up late this morning. The forecast had changed and
at a wobbly table in the corner and settled into observing.
instead of the rain I’d been expecting, I was disappointed by blue skies, high temperatures and the urgent need to water
The man in the red shirt seated in the brown leather chair. He’s
my wilting quarter-acre garden. The dishwasher had been
reading a novel, seemingly unrushed and unfazed by anything at
broken for two days, and instead of my morning routine of
all. The woman straight across from me, texting on her phone
putting the kettle on, I avoided the kitchen and its full display
with what I can only assume is her lover based on the way she
of dirty dishes.
smiles and blushes though she sits alone. The distinguished gentleman standing at the counter. He looks like he’s accom-
The rest of the day played out with the perfect blend of
plished great things. But his eyes, they’re kind, and I imagine
temper tantrums, stubbed toes and spilled milk. All of these
he may have had to fight for his softness. The girl working at
things played my nerves, like tiny irritations dancing across
the counter. She is bright. She laughs freely. The young woman
the stage of my frustration, waving their tiny, irritating fingers
sitting on the barstool. She looks sad; something is clearly
and making me want to crawl back in bed.
weighing on her. She looks like she may have cried recently.
It’s the strangest thing. I used to respond to my feelings of
So, I start to pray for her.
being overwhelmed by hiding. I could tuck myself away, pull the covers over my head in my dark bedroom, and there, my
And the next thing I know, my dirty dishes and harried
overwhelmed days would stretch their legs and spread out
morning hardly have a hold at all. Here, at the wobbly table
past their twenty-four-hour allowance. They might sprawl out
with Jesus, I realize how we are all juggling our lives in search
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of balance, of passion, of love. I trade my self-centered view
These people may not have even noticed me. Engrossed as
for the compassion of a King that loved His people enough to
they are in their novels and conversations, I am just another
walk among them, to touch them and heal them.
person in the coffee shop. I guess that’s kind of the point.
God is so faithful in my weakness. He is so faithful to calm
At the end of even the most flustered day, I am just another
my storms and to paint over the areas of my heart that have
person in the coffee shop, another blessed and beloved person.
given in to desperation with a fresh layer of hope. He is so
And tomorrow the sun will rise again, and I’ll respond to my
faithful to give me perspective and to shoulder the burden of
text messages and try again to teach my six-year-old to read.
my overwhelmed days.
I’ll keep living my life as a beautifully imperfect, redeemed child of God. His grace will be sufficient. It always is.
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Chickie Needs a Coop
wORDS Marla Cantrell images Marla Cantrell and courtesy Terri Burton
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For years, Terri Burton, whose nickname is Chickie, raised flocks of free-range chickens, letting them have the run of her twenty-sixacre property in the tiny Figure Five community of Crawford County, Arkansas. But again, and again, Terri’s heart was broken. Red-tailed hawks and owls saw this place as a prime hunting ground, carrying off her chickens one by one. When they took a break, other predators like skunks and the occasional dog showed up. It was just too much. So, Terri stopped raising chickens, a decision she reached with regret. She’d had so much fun picking out the different breeds: Buff Orpingtons with their golden feathers and sweet dispositions; the good-natured Black Australorps; the black and white Dominickers, their feathers as intricate as lacework. One of her favorite things was seeing the chicks that were born when a hen from one breed mated with a rooster from another. “Those were some of the most beautiful chickens ever,” Terri says, wistful in the wake of that old memory. Imagine how she felt, coming home from her teaching job at Van Buren High School, seeing a scruff of feathers strewn across the ground, all that was left of a chicken she adored. Imagine her counting the brood at night as they roosted, realizing some of them were missing. She could have corralled her flock in a small space. Perhaps in a tight pen with a secure covering. But Terri couldn’t do it. She wanted happy chickens that got to explore and peck and scavenge for bugs. She wanted them to have the best life possible. This is the spot in this story where Terri’s husband Mark shows up. He’s a crafty fellow, filled with ideas and the expertise to make them happen. Before working at the Van Buren Street Department, he owned Signature Pools. His experience installing pools, dealing with logistics, measurements, calculations, all paid off. Already, he’d served as the contractor on the house he and Terri built. In 2017, he and Terri started researching a better way to raise chickens. They scoured the Internet, finding simple plans for mobile chicken coops, sometimes called tractors, that can be moved frequently to give birds access to new ground, and out of the path of predators. They also found tricked-out mobile coops that could be bought for thousands of dollars. DOSOUTHMAGAZINE.COM
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Mark opted to build a coop himself. He didn’t draw up plans. He knew what Terri wanted, he knew what the chickens needed, and that was enough. Not that it was easy. Terri remembers Mark zoning out, lost in his thoughts, working out a problem he’d encountered while
Some women want diamonds, but chickens are what do it for Terri.
putting the coop together. Mark worked for a couple of months on the coop last summer and picked it up again this spring. It is finished now, a tenby-eighteen-foot wonder sitting in the meadow outside their home. The red and white contraption nearly sparkles, the sun glinting off its metal roof. Add a floor, and it might pass for an upscale tiny house. As it is, it’s a palace for poultry. On one end is the roost, with roosting bars all at the same height. “There really is a pecking order in the chicken world,” Mark says, “and if you stagger the bars, the chickens will fight to see who ends up on top. Put the bars at the same level, and it cuts down on some of that.” The other end is lattice work, installed for decoration and stabilization. Mark estimates that the coop weighs approximately eight thousand pounds. He credits one of his friends, Buddy Clayton, owner of Buddy's Welding, for helping him get the coop to work the way it should. With the heavy steel frame, it has to be moved by truck or tractor from spot to spot, giving the chickens new grazing areas. The moving is done at night when the birds are asleep, just to make sure none of them gets upset or injured. In the late afternoons, when both Mark and Terri are home, they’ll let the birds out to roam for a bit. The details are stunning. There are nesting boxes on each side of the roost, with wooden inserts that can be reconfigured for mama hens with little chicks that need to be watched over. Pulleys and levers raise doors, and there’s an emergency system in case Terri finds herself locked inside the coop. The coop itself—think of it as the chicken’s patio—is floorless, so the birds are on grass during the day. But the floor of the roost, where the birds sleep, is solid and made of the same material kitchen cutting boards are, making cleanup easier. The floor is also sunken—imagine mid-century
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modern architecture—and is lined with bedding made of
have once the coop was ready. That happened in early June,
hemp, using the part that is similar to a stalk. Terri will regu-
and now she’s wrangling Welsummers, Coco Marans, Buff
larly add hemp to the floor to control odors. When the floor
Brahmas, Australorps, and several others.
fills up, removal will be simple: Mark will pull his tractor up to the roost, unhinge a panel, and sweep the hemp into a
In the past, when chicks arrived, the moment was bittersweet.
bin. It will then be used as compost.
The chicks were adorable, but there was a good chance they wouldn’t make it to old age. The owls prowled, hawks
While all the mechanical issues of this mobile coop are fasci-
swooped, skunks sneaked in. But this time it’s different. The
nating, what makes it even better is the story behind it. Mark
rolling coop is like a fortress. It might as well have a moat
points to one of the plexiglass windows. In the corner is a red
around it and a guard in the gate house.
sign that reads Custom built for Chickie. Summer of 2017. “I messed that window up,” Mark says, “and that’s how I
That’s the real gift Mark gave her, the peace of mind to love
fixed it. I had that little sign made to cover the spot. And it took
her chickens without the dread of losing them. She smiles
me longer than the summer of last year, but it was worth it.”
and Mark smiles with her. He doesn’t know exactly how much the coop costs—he stopped counting at five thousand
Terri is not within earshot. But later, she says, “I don't know
dollars—but he does know that he’d do it all over again just
how much you can say about a chicken coop, and I'm not sure
to see Terri’s face as she gathers eggs or checks the roost after
anyone will really think much of it, but I can say I'm a very blessed
everyone’s in bed or shows a new chick to one of their eight
woman to have a husband who would do all that for me.”
grandkids who delight in the birds.
Some women want diamonds, but chickens are what do it
The chickens join the ranks of the Burtons’ menagerie: Ernie
for Terri.
the dog; barn cats named Nestle and Copper; cows named Fern, Ella, Princess, Blossom, and Lashes. The list goes on, and
And that’s why she was excited to spend months with a
so does life in Figure Five, where Chickie wanted a chicken
dog-eared catalog from Iowa, looking at the breeds she’d
coop, but instead, Mark built her a palace.
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The Fingers of
GIANTS WORDS and family photos Chad Rogers
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F
amily gatherings have always been an important part of
he was only just able to get his eyes above the countertop.
my family’s tradition. I live far enough away that I don’t
Suddenly, his face scrunched and his head tilted. “What are
get to see them often, but close enough to make it to
hot dogs made of?” he asked in a squeaky, innocent voice.
most events. This has not always been true for me; at one point I lived a fifteen-hour drive away. After several deaths in the family, I realized I wanted to be closer to them, so I quit my job and moved to Fort Smith, about an hour and a half away. At our celebrations, of course, there is always food. Everyone cooks and cleans—there are no gender boundaries for such events. Sometimes we try a new dish, but how can you beat a good old-fashioned hamburger? Or a hotdog, if you are into exotic meats. For the gettogether I’m about to describe, these were the two options on the menu. We were celebrating my mother’s birthday. I had arrived early
In a moment of clarity, and perhaps divine inspiration, the words, “They’re the fingers of giants,” sprang from my mouth...
to my older sister Holly’s house, so I was helping prepare the
In a moment of clarity, and perhaps divine inspiration, the
food. There were five of us in the kitchen: my sister, and her
words, “They’re the fingers of giants,” sprang from my mouth,
children. Lauren was the oldest, at ten years of age. Rachel
and were followed by a variety of reactions. My nephew’s
was eight, and Caleb was six. I was wielding a knife, carving
face lit up. Clearly, he was thrilled with the idea of something
vegetables on the kitchen island, while the kids watched.
so exotic. My oldest niece, Lauren, through years of experi-
Caleb was standing on his tip toes to see, but even then,
ence, had gained wisdom; she knew her uncle was not always completely honest. Her reaction was a guffaw and eye rolling. Rachel was somewhere between these other two in her understanding of when to take her uncle seriously. I suppose the excitement of giant’s fingers tugged at the part of her mind that allowed for the fantastic to be true. Perhaps sadly, she was also beginning to understand reality. She had discovered that her older sister could tell whether I was telling the truth, and she had come to rely on her for cues. She saw Lauren’s eye roll and heard the guffaw. Rachel looked at me with narrowed, accusing eyes that said, “I am not sure that’s true.” Perhaps the most telling reaction came from the children’s mother (and my
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sister). She shouted from across the kitchen, “Don’t tell Caleb that; he will believe you!” “Fine,” I said. “You tell him what hot dogs are made of.” Her hands in the dishwater grew still for a moment that was both long and brief, until her voice filled with resigned dread. “They are the fingers of giants,” she said. It turned out to be a cool and rainy spring day. It was perfect for sitting on the porch eating homemade pie and ice cream and talking about what we had planted in our gardens. We talked about the health and lives of friends and family. Nothing more was said about the new name for hot dogs. I don’t know how long Caleb believed they were the fingers of giants, or if he ever truly did. More important than that was the wonder I remember seeing in his eyes. My nieces and nephews have grown up. My nephew is quite large; you might even say he is a giant, at least in my family. He is fourteen years old and is just under six feet tall. Only one other person in his immediate family is over six feet. While we are proud of these kids and the way they have grown, sometimes, like so many other adults who are watching kids grow, we miss the days when the fantastic was believable.
If I could wish anything for my nieces and nephews, it would
I suppose the loss of the fantastic has happened to all of us.
be for them not to have to learn the importance of family by
Perhaps that is a shame, and perhaps it is unavoidable. While
being absent from them. That’s what happened to me, and I
I am certain I cannot reclaim the wonder I experienced during
don’t want that for them. I hope they always stay close. And,
childhood, I have found that I can keep wonder in my life. It
of course, that they never lose their wonder.
has many sources—my wife’s smile, the stars on a clear night, or even something as simple as a cool pool on a hot day.
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Savory Summer
Slaws WORDS Catherine Frederick
Slaw is a summer staple in the south. It’s the perfect side dish for many meals and great for potlucks or summer BBQs. I’ve rounded up some of my favorite recipes. Have a favorite slaw recipe? Share it with us: editors@DoSouthMagazine.com.
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LAST MINUTE SLAW { METHOD }
{ INGREDIENTS } •
Marketside Tri-Color Cole Slaw
(in the salad section) •
Marzetti Original Slaw Dressing
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1 teaspoon celery salt
Pour cole slaw into large bowl. Add slaw dressing
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½ teaspoon celery seeds
to your liking—start with a small amount, stir and
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salt and pepper
taste. You can always add more. Add celery salt
(in the salad section)
and celery seeds. Add salt and pepper to taste. Adjust spices if needed. Chill to blend flavors.
CHICK-FIL-A COLESLAW { METHOD }
{ INGREDIENTS } •
4 teaspoons vinegar
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1 cup mayonnaise
Whisk vinegar, sugar, mustard, and salt together
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¼ cup sugar
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2 bags (10 oz.) finely shredded
until sugar is dissolved. Add mayonnaise, and
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¼ teaspoon dry mustard
cabbage, chopped to 1/8 inch
whisk to mix. Add cabbage and carrots. Mix to
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¼ teaspoon salt
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¼ cup finely chopped carrots
combine. Refrigerate two hours and serve.
CILANTRO LIME SLAW { METHOD }
{ INGREDIENTS } •
1 head green cabbage, sliced thin
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½ cup lite sour cream
Slice green cabbage and green onions. Chop purple
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1 cup purple cabbage,
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½ cup mayonnaise
cabbage and cilantro. Toss together in a large
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1 ½ Tablespoons sugar
bowl. In a separate bowl, combine sour cream,
roughly chopped •
4 green onions
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2 limes
mayonnaise, sugar, and zest of one lime. Add salt
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½ bundle fresh cilantro,
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Salt and pepper
and pepper to taste along with juice of one lime.
roughly chopped
Toss slaw with dressing mixture. Taste and adjust with more salt, pepper, lime juice if needed.
APPLE-POPPY SLAW { METHOD }
{ INGREDIENTS } •
2 cups shredded green cabbage
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3 Tablespoons olive oil
Combine cabbages, carrots, and apple in large
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1 ½ cups shredded purple cabbage
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1 Tablespoon apple cider vinegar
bowl. In separate bowl, combine mayonnaise,
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½ cup shredded carrots
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1 lemon
olive oil, vinegar, lemon juice, poppy seeds, and
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1 Granny Smith apple, sliced thin
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1 Tablespoon poppy seeds
salt and pepper, to taste. Combine the cabbage
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2 Tablespoons mayonnaise
•
salt and pepper
and dressing mixtures, toss to coat. Chill for one hour before serving.
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Blueberry
BLISS image Catherine Frederick
INGREDIENTS Serves 8 • 1 ½ cups fresh blueberries • ¾ cup sugar • ½ cup water • 2 cups gin • ¾ cup lemon juice (about 4 lemons) • 2 cups club soda • Lemon slices (garnish)
METHOD Bring blueberries, sugar, and water to a boil. Reduce heat, simmer 15-20 minutes. Strain berry mixture into pitcher, pressing berries to release liquid, discard berries. Add gin and lemon juice. Stir. Add ice to pitcher. Fill glasses with ice, then ¾ of the way full with blueberry cocktail. Top with ¼ cup club soda and garnish with fresh lemon slice. Leave out the gin for a non-alcoholic, delicious treat – simply replace gin with 1 cup of water. Always drink responsibly. Never drink and drive.
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Hoop Dreams
words Dwain Hebda images Dwain Hebda and courtesy Arkansas Rising Stars
The coolness of the gym is a nice respite from the Pine Bluff
"It's one of those things where I've always been a leader,"
afternoon heat, but the sweat still flows out on the court as
Barnett said. "Growing up, I was the captain on the football
the Arkansas Rising Stars run through their drills. It's tourney
team, the basketball team, you know, I always had leader-
week, and some of the top AAU squads in the country await
ship roles. My philosophy when I teach kids is discipline, hard
the Stars in Memphis. Team founder and Head Coach Steven
work, and dedication.
"Jay" Barnett is hell-bent on making sure the squad is ready. "They aren't going to get it all at one time, so it's that constant Coach Barnett doesn't yell, but he never stops talking,
reinforcement. This is competitive basketball; sometimes you
either. Every athlete gets a steady patter of coaching and
just have to know when to let it go and have them try again
tips on footwork, on form and especially desire. The Stars
another day. I don’t want anyone to think they can't be kids."
aren't as tall as some of the teams they'll meet, and success goes to who wants it more. Thus, Barnett tolerates no
The first thing you notice about the squad is how much middle
shortcuts – the path to excellence is a toll road and here's
school basketball, and the kids who play it, have changed. The
where you pay the fare.
seventh-grade team, made up of players age thirteen and younger, is the elite of the Stars program. They've been here the longest
"You owe me," is about all Coach has to say to send a kid trot-
and as such are the most tournament savvy and they look it.
ting dutifully to the side, and then hit the deck and crank out some push-ups for missing a pass or other slip-up.
Just warming up, you see the talent gliding effortlessly to the
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hoop; racing through dribbling drills, the ball under perfect control throughout; splashing dead-center three-point jumpers, easy as breathing. They look good, even if they don't look like the seventh graders you remember playing at that age. But boys are exactly what these athletes are, despite circumstances forcing some to grow up fast and try as they might to look and sound like men. Coach Barnett, who’s thirty-one, sees a lot of himself in his athletes, which is why his directions are taken with such authority. Two or three players tower over
direction he was going, and it wasn’t going to do anything but
him, and most can look him right in the eye, but they don't, at
handicap him," he said. "I wanted to teach him the game the
least not in a challenging way. Everything here is "Yes, sir," and
correct way. So I prayed about it and asked God if this is for me
every direction is followed and followed immediately.
to do, show me a sign. After a week or two, God showed me a sign and my sign was: If this is what He wanted, to help me come
"As coach, you just got to be firm. You gotta let them know
up with a name. I came up with a name after about a week."
that it's my show," he said. "I'm here to teach you fundamentals and what you're doing is not fundamental. What you see
Barnett knew what greatness looked like—he'd excelled in
on TV, they get paid to entertain. At some point, those guys
athletics throughout his growing up—but he'd never actually
started where y'all did, and they had to do this."
coached before, and he'd certainly never put a team together. Plus, this wouldn’t be just any team to bump around in YMCA
The Rising Stars came out of Barnett's conviction that iron
rec leagues. His would be a squad that would compete at the
sharpens iron, be it in the classroom, on the court or in life.
highest level of youth basketball.
When his son X'Zaevion, now a member of the seventh-grade squad, was just getting going in basketball the elder Barnett
"I just hit the ground running, you know, researching tourna-
didn't like what he saw out of the coaching or the competition.
ments, figuring out how much everything would cost," he said. "Just went out trying to get all my paperwork together, 501c3,
"When he got into playing rec league basketball, I saw the
did all that type of stuff."
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Barnett cleared every hurdle, and the Rising Stars, made up of nine-yearolds, took the floor in 2014. True to his word, Coach didn't waste any time throwing his boys into the deep end of the competitive pool, racing headlong
into
tournaments
that
featured national-caliber competition. They were soon hanging with the more established teams thanks to an up-tempo style of play and rabid defense that kept opponents on their toes. "I drive hard on defense because I was a defensive guy when I played," Barnett said. "Defense
for tournament fees and other expenses. A lot of times, that
first and then I like to play up-tempo. The more chances you get
source has been his own pocket.
to put up a shot, the more chances you have of one going in. Through it all, Barnett finds the competitive success gratifying— "I teach good spacing, it's a team sport. So if you do your job and
that's the point, after all—but as a high school teacher by
the other person does their job, then the team's job gets done."
trade, he's equally committed to matters of character, respect,
The Stars finished a respectable twentieth and eighteenth in
and intellect, attributes that will far outlive a crossover dribble
the nation in 2014 and 2015, respectively. In 2016 the squad
in the lives of his players. It’s a responsibility he feels and carries
broke through with an eighth-place national ranking and was
every day, like the father and father figure he is.
third in the country last year. This year, the squad has already played in seven tournaments, won four and was runner-up in
"I'm trying to be a positive role model," he said. "I come from
a fifth. Individual players have also excelled on their school
the same neighborhoods that they came from."
squads, with several standouts on junior high teams or playing up to freshman high school teams.
During practice, the younger brother of one of the players dribbles non-stop on the sidelines. The tot is too young for the Rising
"I know for a fact that I have several who can play college
Stars, but never too young to learn the fundamentals. Seeing
basketball," Barnett said, "if they stick with what they know."
him, Barnett pulls him aside and gives him a piece of advice, then sends him streaking down the court, focused yet joyful. Barnett
The Stars program has grown to include a twelve and under sixth-
watches him go, and a smile plays briefly on his face.
grade squad, which formed in 2015. Its rise has been even faster, with three consecutive top-ten finishes in the nation, two in the
That’s the funny thing about dreams. They’re so easily gained
top five rankings. An eleven and under fifth-grade squad came
yet so hard to shake. Coach Barnett calls the squad in and goes
along in 2016 and posted a sixteenth-place finish nationally.
back to work.
The team's reputation has attracted athletes from throughout the region and even from out of state; one athlete commutes from Monroe, Louisiana, for practices. Another lives in Dallas.
Arkansas Rising Stars
But success hasn't made the day-to-day administration of the
arkrisingstars@gmail.com
program any easier. Barnett hustles practice time and facilities
870.489.5716 | arkansasrisingstars.com
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WORDS Marcus Coker Images Marcus Coker; courtesy Tennessee Department of Tourist Development; The Peabody Hotel; Elvis Presley Enterprises, Inc.
When I visited Memphis a few years ago, I stayed at the Peabody Hotel and saw their famous ducks march into the grand lobby where Elvis himself used to socialize. I ate barbeque and strolled down Beale Street, the avenue that literally gave the Beale Street Blues Boy (B.B. King) his name. Sadly, I took these things for granted. But recently I revisited Memphis and saw it in a whole new, soulful light. This time, while a guest of Tennessee Department of Tourist Development, I stayed at the Hotel Napoleon. This gorgeous boutique hotel is downtown, the birthplace of rock ‘n’ roll. Memphis itself is hot and gritty, a place where people have always struggled for a better life, where the Civil Rights Movement dug its heels in. Walking along Main Street, I came upon the Lorraine Motel, where Martin Luther King, Jr. was shot on April 4, 1968, just outside Room 306. Now the home of The National Civil Rights Museum, it is hallowed ground. My favorite attraction was Elvis Presley’s Graceland, the house he bought as a twenty-two-year-old. Now it’s one of the most visited homes in America. I didn’t realize Elvis was just nineteen when he recorded his first hit, “That’s Alright Mama,” at Memphis’s Sun Studio, where Johnny Cash, Roy Orbison, and Jerry Lee Lewis also sang. I could go on, but to fall in love with Memphis like I did, you’ll need to go there yourself. Let it wrap you in its big southern arms and transform you with its music and comfort food. Plus, it’s only a five-hour drive from Fort Smith. Here are my top recommendations for visiting Memphis and Western Tennessee, a trip I’m sure you’ll never forget. DOSOUTHMAGAZINE.COM
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Sun Studio 706 Union Avenue, Memphis 800.441.6249 | sunstudio.com This is where young Elvis got his start and where the Million Dollar Quartet sang. Go. Get the tour, stand where Elvis stood, sing into the microphone he used. Ask for Tiffany, the most
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Graceland, The Home of Elvis Presley Elvis Presley Boulevard, Memphis 901.443.3000 | graceland.com Graceland is preserved just as it was when Elvis lived there. Recently added is the nearby forty-acre museum that houses Elvis’s gold records, car collection, wardrobe, and even a television that Elvis shot with a pistol. Stay at the newly opened Guest House at Graceland. Consider going during Elvis Week (this year it’s August 11-18), which commemorates The King’s death.
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Stax Museum of American Soul Music 926 E. McLemore Avenue, Memphis 901.261.6338 | staxmuseum.com Stax was a recording studio during the heyday of soul music. At first a scrappy operation, it became home to Otis Redding, Sam & Dave, and Jean Knight. Now a museum dedicated to the history of soul music, it’s a place not to be missed. (You can see the organ that Booker T. & the M.G.’s used to record “Green Onions.”) Proceeds go to support Stax Music Academy, a program that uses the language of music to educate and uplift underprivileged youth. National Civil Rights Museum 450 Mulberry Street, Memphis 901.521.9699 | civilrightsmuseum.org Tracing the history of the Civil Rights Movement from slavery to today, this is a beautiful tribute to the fight for equality. Located where Martin Luther King, Jr. was tragically shot, it brings hope for a better tomorrow.
Memphis Zoo 2000 Prentiss Place, Memphis 901.333.6568 | memphiszoo.org Oh my gosh, go to the zoo. There are polar bears, giraffes, hippopotamuses, and even a monkey with a rainbow-colored behind. This is a must for families and animal-lovers.
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750 Cherry Road, Memphis Huey’s Downtown
901.636.4100 | memphisbotanicgarden.com
77 S. 2nd Street, Memphis For a relaxing afternoon, go to the gardens, a ninety-six-acre
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getaway in the heart of town. There’s a traditional Japanese garden, a sensory garden, and countless places to get married
The best place to get a burger and shoot toothpicks through a
if you want to. There’s even a charming play area for children,
straw into the ceiling! Go here to chill out, grab a drink, and
complete with whimsical treehouses and flower “beds” with
quench your hunger.
actual twin-sized headboards.
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The Gray Canary 301 S. Front Street, Memphis 901.249.2932 | thegraycanary.com The perfect blend of swank and whimsical, this is one of Memphis’s newest and hottest restaurants. Located on the river in an old distillery, The Gray Canary is where you’ll want to spend your special occasions. A new twist on seafood and fine dining.
JACKSON Drive east for more adventures, and be sure to stop in Jackson, the city that’s the subject of a famous Johnny Cash song. Whether you’re into history or food, it has something for everyone. Check out the West Tennessee Farmer’s Market then walk over to The Local, a collection of small businesses where Blues City Café
you’re sure to find the perfect souvenir.
138 Beale Street, Memphis 901.526.3637 | bluescitycafe.com
If spirits are your thing, visit these two family-owned businesses, Century Farm Winery and Samuel T. Bryant Distillery.
Put Some South in Your Mouth! If you love barbeque and good
Get a tour. Drink up. Century Farm often has live music in the
southern eatin’, this is the place for you. Here you can get a
evenings, so watch their calendar online. When it’s time for
tasty meal and listen to live music. Reserve the Cadillac Room
dinner, Rock’n Dough, located close to the Farmer’s Market,
for your private party.
boasts local beer and pizza so big you’ll need both hands to hold it. For finer dining, go to Chandelier, an eclectic restaurant
Majestic Grille
located in an old whistle-stop hotel. The fried green tomatoes
145 S. Main Street, Memphis
and chocolate crème brûlée are second to none!
901.522.8555 | majesticgrille.com Located in an old silent-movie theater, here you’ll find delicious food and impeccable service. I had one of the best steaks of my life, topped off with a chocolate cheesecake dessert that came in a shot glass. Ask for Wesley.
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who wrote “Blue Suede Shoes,” as well as a tribute to the Jackson native who started Hard Rock Café. Then head to the Casey Jones Museum and learn about the famous railway man who gave his life to save his passengers. If you like all-you-caneat downhome cookin’, walk across the parking lot to The Old Country Store. You won’t go away hungry! Carnegie Center for Arts & History 305 E. College Street, Jackson 731.394.0425 Casey Jones Museum & Village 30 Casey Jones Lane, Jackson 731.668.1222 | caseyjones.com
Samuel T. Bryant Distillery 1331 Lower Brownsville Road, Jackson 731.467.1221 | samueltbryant.com Century Farm Winery 1548 Lower Brownsville Road, Jackson 731.424.7437 | centuryfarmwinery.com Rock’n Dough Pizza & Brew Company 16 Jackson Walk Plaza, Jackson
For more information, visit memphistravel.com & jacksontn.com. If you’re
731.300.0404 | rockndoughpizza.com/jacksonmenu
willing to go exploring between Memphis and Jackson, I suggest the Delta Heritage Center in Brownsville, which hosts a Tina Turner exhibit.
Chandelier 575 S. Royal Street, Jackson
For a day on the lake or to see live bald eagles, go to Reelfoot Lake State Park in
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Tiptonville, and for a fabulous family outing, Discovery Park of America in Union City is worth the drive. They have one of the fastest slides in the world!
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The Sun and the Moon FICTION Marla Cantrell
I
I’m driving past Gregory Cemetery on a day in July when the heat
ground when I called to see if Virginia wanted me to bring her
has already topped one hundred degrees. That doesn’t stop the
something for dinner.
ladies who come every morning bearing tin-foil-covered jars that hold roses from their gardens. The roses don’t last long on the
Virginia is eighteen. Virginia has reminded me of a racehorse
headstones, what could in this Arkansas heat, but that doesn’t
ever since she turned thirteen. She has spindly legs and long
stop them.
brown hair and eyes that look at every other girl like they’re something to defeat.
My mama is one of those women. She wears boxy dresses zipped up the front that she calls dusters. She wears house shoes to
We’re fighting right now. She wants a tattoo. I want her to go to
town. She flat-out embarrasses me sometimes, but I love her
college. Neither of us is very good at compromise.
more than air conditioning. When I come in the door, she switches the channel to a show Not long ago, somebody plowed their pickup into the cemetery’s
about six-hundred-pound people and the doctors who try to
wrought-iron sign that showed the year this graveyard started.
save them. Hollow men and hollow women, and gallons of food
Eighteen hundred and something. I should remember; I drive this
that never fill them up. I understand emptiness, and it breaks my
road every day to and from work, but now the sign is gone, and
heart. But I know Virginia is digging at me with this program; I’ve
so is my memory.
put on twenty-seven pounds since January without even trying.
Somebody should put the sign back up.
I point to the TV where a lady fills up a king-size bed. “I get what you’re doing, girl. And I don’t appreciate it one dad-gum bit.”
At home, my daughter Virginia is sitting in front of the TV, watching one of those shows with foul-mouthed housewives
Virginia flips her hair and narrows her eyes. She looks seven years
who pull out each other’s hair and eat air for dinner so they
older when she does this. It gives me a shiver, imagining the
can have cocktails after. I could hear those women in the back-
future. In seven years I’ll be forty-nine. Dear lord.
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The wind has kicked up, and when I pass the cemetery, it is
“What?” she says.
littered with jars, their tin-foil wrappings reflecting the light. “You think skinny lasts a lifetime, but let me tell you, your
Tomorrow my mama and the other ladies will pick them up.
hormones change. Your body turns on you. You look in your
Replace them with new jars, new flowers.
closet one day and the dress you wore to last year’s Christmas At home, I eat a Lean Cuisine. At eight o’clock on the money I
party looks as small as a Barbie dress.”
go to Sonic for a half-price root beer float. I decide to give up Virginia crosses her arms. “Won’t happen to me. I won’t let it.”
sleeveless dresses, sleeveless shirts, sleeveless nightgowns. The float tastes soapy and sweet.
Later, when I call Mama, she says, “Linda, you need to stop provoking that girl. She’ll go to college if she wants to. She’ll get
The next night, I scroll through Facebook, looking for Rennie.
a tattoo whether you like it or not.”
When I find his page, I see he’s gone bald. He’s done that thing men do now, shaving his head and shining it like a bowling ball.
“I hate it when you tell me the truth,” I say. And Mama says,
He’s probably forty pounds heavier, but he was a stick when
“The truth is the worst.”
I knew him. He has pictures of himself on a bass boat, on a motorcycle, on a cliff overlooking the sea. He has a wife who
The next day, I’m walking past the Pasta Grill on Main Street. I
looks bored, even as she’s standing beside a new Lexus with a
catch a glimpse of myself in the glass storefront, and I’m aston-
red bow on top.
ished by my body. I lift my hand to my hair and watch my upper arm jiggle. Mama calls this affliction the “Hi, Betty.” As in,
I wonder if Virginia will love anybody the way I loved Rennie.
when you wave at your friend Betty, your saggy flesh becomes a
Whether, years later, she will sit alone on a summer night and
bedsheet on the clothesline just as a storm front moves in.
remember the way it felt to crawl out a window and run to a waiting car. To drive down country roads that smelled like dust
Virginia calls as I’m getting into my car. I see her name come up on
and hay and the promise of dew. To end up at a swimming hole
the phone’s screen and I let it go to voicemail. When I listen to the
after midnight, the water like salvation on those hot nights.
message, she says, “Hey, Mom. Erin and I are heading to Eureka Springs for a few days. Her dad has a cabin there. We’re going
I remember his arms around my waist.
to meditate and stuff.” The phone goes quiet, and then Virginia laughs, “Just kidding! Anyway, wanted to let you know.”
The next morning, I go visit Mama. She says, “You didn’t have to end up alone.” She is sweeping her screened-in porch, her
I should call her back. Tell her she has to ask permission, but I’m
broom sounding like cornstalks rattling in the wind. She names
not up for it. She is in the wasteland between childhood and
the men I’ve loved or sort of loved or tolerated through the years,
adulthood. I am there with her.
the number so high I start to sweat.
I call my mom, who says, “When you were eighteen, you crawled
I hold my hand up. “Mama,” I say. A warning. An alarm about
out the window in the middle of the night to meet that guy with
to go off.
the two different color eyes.” “Don’t you ‘Mama’ me,” she says. “Rennie,” I say, remembering, and despite it all, I smile. “I’m not alone,” I say. “I have Virginia.” “Rennie,” Mama says. “Didn’t he end up in prison?” “Honey,” she says. “Virginia’s nearly gone.” “He owns a chain of Taco Bells,” I say, and Mama says, “I never liked that boy.”
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I stare her down, but Mama keeps sweeping. It seems as if she’s
Virginia’s skin is the color of honey. Her eyes are pools. She could
been sweeping my whole life.
be on the cover of a magazine, she’s that beautiful.
Virginia comes home on a Sunday evening, sunburned, smelling
“That’s what front doors are made for,” she says. When she
like coconuts, a pair of cut-offs covering her bikini bottoms. Her
frowns the way she does, the number eleven appears for just a
hair is in a messy bun, and I can see that someone has used
second on the spot between her eyes. And then she says, “Your
a ballpoint pen to draw a crescent moon and a four-pointed
life isn’t nearly over, Mom.”
star on her back, just above the hooks on her bathing suit top. “What’s that?” I ask, and Virginia shrugs. “Nothing permanent,”
It’s the nicest thing she’s said to me in weeks.
she says, and I say, “Nothing ever is.” Gregory Cemetery is a mile from our house. Our house is on a Still, it’s a beautiful thing. I put my finger against the drawing
blacktop road that is filled with more possums than cars at night.
and trace the lines of the moon. I remember the first time she
Tonight, the clouds are putting on a show, moving fast across the
said the word ‘moon.’ She was nearly two. It sounded like moo.
sky, covering and uncovering the moon and stars like a kid playing
But it was nighttime, and we were on a quilt in Mama’s yard, so
peek-a-boo. I walk in front of Virginia, holding the flashlight.
I knew what she meant.
When we get to the cemetery, we tread carefully. Anybody who’s raised right knows how not to step on graves. When we get to
“What’s the sun and moon symbolize?” I ask, and Virginia shrugs
Daddy’s plot, we spread the quilt we’ve brought off to the side. It
again. “Not everything has to mean something.”
is an old quilt, older than my daddy would be if he were still alive.
“I remember the first time you said ‘moon.’ We were in Grand-
Virginia moves the jar of roses off the grave. The roses are
ma’s yard. Grandpa had just died. I mean it. He had just died.
memories of their former selves, but when the jar passes beneath
The ambulance was in the yard with its awful lights pumping.
my nose, I can smell their peppery perfume. “Grandma should
The EMTs were still trying to bring him back. Grandma was
plant a rose bush here,” Virginia says. “It would save her a lot
wailing, and that made you cry, so I grabbed a quilt and took
of trouble.”
you outside.” “Sit,” I say, and Virginia sits cross-legged next to me. Through “That’s an awful story,” Virginia says. And I say, “It sure is.”
the quilt I can feel rocks and twigs, the hard edges of grass turned to hay.
“I took you to the funeral. Not my best decision. And then we were standing by a pile of red clay at Gregory Cemetery watching his
Virginia points toward the grave. “Is it possible to love someone you
casket go into the ground. I kept thinking how perfect the hole was.
don’t know?” I say, “Sweetheart, that’s the easiest kind of love.”
Chiseled sides. Flat bottom. Whoever dug that hole knew what they were doing. It made me feel better somehow, that someone cared
We lie down. We turn off the flashlight. Above us, Venus shines.
enough to make that rectangle smooth and clean.”
I point. “There’s Venus. The only planet that goes in a different direction from all the others.”
“Why are you telling me this?” Virginia asks. Her eyes are rimmed in black. Too much mascara. Too much eyeliner.
The cemetery is loud with birds and frogs and things that scamper out of sight. I stop talking and listen. Tomorrow, Virginia could
“Because life is over in a flash. One moonlit night you’re sneaking
go away for good. Next week, I could step off a curb at just
out your bedroom window to meet a guy you think could change
the wrong time. But tonight, I am the moon. Virginia is my star.
your life, and the next your daughter is walking out the front door.”
Tonight, we are everything.
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