Inspiration in the Flint Hills

This week, I spent six hours in a car by myself, driving through the wide fields, the Flint Hills and the expanse that is Kansas. Most people don’t see middle America as much more than empty space. There’s a lot of that. But, there’s a grand beauty to it, too, that should not be lost on writers (or others for that matter). And that’s what I’d like to share with you today. Read more