by Barbara Clarke | December 15, 2022
On some days I felt like I could never be anything but an outsider in Salem, Missouri. Mentioning that I was born in St. Louis always drew a—whatever brought you here? —bubble over heads when I interviewed people for my feature stories. But they always invited me in... 
by Barbara Clarke | December 1, 2022
Maybe it’s the fact that Jack and I were looking out onto the vast Pacific Ocean that I felt free to answer his question from my heart. Or maybe because no one had ever asked. “So, what do you want to do with the rest of your life?” He already knew that working in the...