The writing life is mostly comprised of behind-the-scenes, butt-in-the-chair, angst-ridden periods of time in which you are completely certain you’ve made a horrible mistake. You aren’t truly a writer. No one will ever read your work. It will never be published, and if it is, it will only be read …
2016, with its mirthless misery taught me with no uncertainty that nothing about this life is reliable. Entire chunks of a family …
My father used to tell me about a warning in the Bible, a prophecy, about how, near the coming of the end …
If you’ve read Blue Moon Vegetarian, you know why this photo depicts a milestone. If you’ve ever renovated a kitchen, you also know …
Snowbells on early. Christmas cactus bloomed late. We’re arriving at spring before we got to winter, but considering the winters …
On my mind tonight is my dear friend Ed McClanahan, much-beloved Kentucky author of such well-regarded books as The Natural Man and O The …
True to my promise to myself, in September, when I dove into the autumn’s writing work full on, I also started …
Tomatoes are poisonous. That’s what people once thought. Now we know they are good for all kinds of things from fighting cancer …
Phil and I recently acquired a modern television set. We held off because neither of us is in the habit of replacing things until they’ve …
