It wasn't that there weren't menfolk in my grandmother's stories. There were lots of them but they died young or were drifters and dreamers who disappeared or turned to drink or succumbed to melancholia or slow mortal diseases. The women,… — Sue Hubbell Copy Share Image
Greer is Missouri's second-largest spring. It is a place of pounding, frothing waters and of greeny-cool moss-covered rock, a place of fern and cliffy… — Sue Hubbell Copy Share Image
Sometimes, I wonder where we older women fit into the social scheme of things once nest-building has lost its charm. — Sue Hubbell Copy Share Image
I spend a lot of time sizing up a tree before I fell it. Once it's down, I clear away the brush around the… — Sue Hubbell Copy Share Image
Our family was like no one else's. My schoolfriends had fathers and grandfathers and uncles who did things, but in my family, women had… — Sue Hubbell Copy Share Image
You have to take springtime on its own terms in the Ozarks: there is no other way. It can't be predicted. It is unsteady,… — Sue Hubbell Copy Share Image
We humans are a minority of giants stumbling around in a world of little things. — Sue Hubbell Copy Share Image
I have stopped sleeping inside. A house is too small, too confining. I want the whole world, and the stars too. — Sue Hubbell Copy Share Image
Precision, directness, and quickness are what human beings are good at. What we have never been good at - in our past, at least… — Sue Hubbell Copy Share Image
“...when I offered to either stay and help or go bake a pie, it was the pie that was most needed. It took six… — Sue Hubbell Copy Share Image
Strictly speaking, one never 'keeps' bees - one comes to terms with their wild nature. — Sue Hubbell Copy Share Image
It gets cold here in the Ozarks in the winter. There are often warm winter days, but there are also weeks when the temperature… — Sue Hubbell Copy Share Image
