Once in awhile, on the way down the lane, my granddad would stop the truck, reach out the window and break off some twigs of sassafras. I don’t remember the root beer taste; it was more the novelty of ...

While walking on the Stage Trail at Hickory Run State Park, I was attracted to several unusual bronze, golden and yellow leaves beneath my feet. I put some little "mitten" shaped leaves in my pocket ...

I grew up with a sassafras grove. It was down the street from our house, a little forest in wild suburbia, our secret camp. We’d eat apples in there from a nearby orchard and chew sassafras leaf stems ...

I grew up with a sassafras grove. It was down the street from our house, a little forest in wild suburbia, our secret camp. We’d eat apples in there from a nearby orchard and chew sassafras leaf stems ...