Beans under a Carolina-Blue Sky: Remembering my Father

I've put this off for a while now. It's as if putting it into words means that it's all real. Which I guess it is. On April 12 - Easter Sunday - my father died. Even now, a month on, that sentence makes little sense to me.  Trying to write a remembrance for your father's …

Guest Post: Hashtags are not Enough

There’s an interchange on I-185, right outside of Fort Benning. It’s a big, glorious waste of taxpayer money, featuring statues of eagles and Old Bill and Iron Mike, embodiments of Armor/Cavalry and the Infantry, respectively. Big fountains that must be hell to maintain in the soul-sucking Georgia summers. And twenty American flags; ten on each …

Why Do We Write?

Why do we write? That’s a thorny question for many authors. We’d rather give a terse reply and chug some bourbon rather than give an honest answer. Because posing that query forces us to look inward and ask the hard questions. And we’d rather ask those questions about other people than ourselves, for fear of …

How I Lost at Patriotism – And How We All Lose

O beautiful for heroes proved In liberating strife, Who more than self their country loved And mercy more than life! America! America! May God thy gold refine, Till all success be nobleness, And every gain divine! America: a Poem for July 4th (1911) A few years ago, I traveled back to my Ohio hometown for …

Thank You: No, Really, I Mean It

Hey all, I realize you're all in your post-2016/pre-2017 drunken stupors, because really, who wouldn't be? If I could drop in for one quick second to steal a moment of time where you could be drinking, I'd appreciate it. I've said a lot of things this year. Over fifty pieces, actually, which means that I …

A Life Well-Lived: Memorial to my Grandfather

I sat down on the chair across from my grandpa’s wheelchair. Grandpa was 97. He was smaller, more stooped than he had been, but the eyes were the same: alert, focused, interested. His hands, rested on the arms of the wheelchair, were those of a man who had spent his life working. He had just …