Throwback Thursdays: reliving memories I’d otherwise forget whole cloth. I intend this year to be somewhat systematic about tbt. Might go back to forgetting next year, but for this one: …
on beginnings and tricksters
Beginnings. If eternity awaits us in all our hours, we get a boot up its snoot, it seems to me, every time we choose to start anew. There is something …
on endings
Endings. I love them, for their chutzpah, their cheek. For how they march in all puffed up and mighty and then stumble over a humble truth or two and pause—undone, …
on truthtelling
Find a way to tell your truth. No one else can.
on bein’ born on the wrong end of a slide guitar (until now)
I was born and raised in southern Mississippi by two people who got religion hard when I turned four. Music was huge in our lives, which made the Church of …
on curmudgeons and visions
The night is ringed with coyote calls as the moon trudges up the sky, steely silver in the cold and patient. We made it to our favorite farm market yesterday …
on winter solstice
The sun is falling on the shortest day of this year. One single perfect moment gathers its skirts to pause, and then vanish with the light.
on blossoms and cobwebs here and somewhere ahead
Last dream upon waking to grade: I was in Texas with work to do and places to go pronto. But every day at 3 p.m. I would pause down by …
on revenuers, thought police, and steely hearts
Last dream upon waking to grade: running from the revenuers through the cold, wet Mississippi woods with my mother, hell-bent on making it to the last rise to stop them …
on 12 Years A Slave and telling the truth in history
Twelve Years A Slave. See it, see it soon, but go ready. As ready as you can, that is. This is the first feature film I’ve ever seen that does …