by Wesley Bryant | Oct 8, 2026 | Lebanon, Letter From the Editor, Stories
The old courthouse square smells of rain-dampened limestone and the sweet, heavy scent of blooming magnolias. There is a specific texture to the past here; it’s in the smooth, worn dip of a marble doorstep and the rough, iron scrolls of a cemetery gate. These are the...
by Wesley Bryant | Sep 10, 2026 | Lebanon, Letter From the Editor, Stories
You can hear it before you see it — the rhythmic, muffled “one-and two-and” of a marching band practicing in the early heat, the squeak of sneakers on a freshly waxed court, and the focused clickclack of keyboards in a hushed library. There is a specific scent to this...
by Wesley Bryant | Aug 13, 2026 | Lebanon, Letter From the Editor, Stories
The morning’s dew clings to the laces of cleats as the sun begins to peek over the bleachers. You can smell it: the earthy mix of freshly cut turf and the faint, metallic scent of the stadium lights warming up. It’s the rhythmic “thud-thud-thud” of a ball being...
by Wesley Bryant | Jul 9, 2026 | Lebanon, Letter From the Editor, Stories
THE MORNING air in Tennessee can be thick with damp earth and woodsmoke. It is the sound of a heavy porch swing creaking against a quiet house, and the way the mist clings to the ridges of the Great Smokies like a soft, gray wool blanket. In our small towns, you see...
by Wesley Bryant | Jun 11, 2026 | Lebanon, Letter From the Editor, Stories
THE SCREEN door clicks shut with a familiar rattle. The backpack makes a heavy thud when it hits the floor. It’s the smell of a roast that’s been simmering all afternoon, garlic and slow-cooked patience, drifting through a house on a Tuesday evening. In these rooms,...
