When I was a kid way back in the middle of the last century, someone—I don’t remember who, but likely one of my Southern Baptist Sunday School teachers—said if you told lies, you’d go to [...]
The proverbial “they” say sunshine doesn’t smell. But I say it does. That’s because I’ve smelled it, many times. I hope you have too. If not, I feel bad for you, because you’ve missed a [...]
The first line of my novel Found in Pieces identifies Pearl Goodbar as the new owner and editor of a weekly newspaper, the Unionville Times, in 1958. That responsibility alone would have been challenge enough [...]
If you’re under a certain age, you may not understand or appreciate this. But I assure you. Your time will come.
I should have known better after I opened my eyes this morning, saw that the [...]
Isn’t it strange how sometimes a series of small seemingly unrelated and not especially meaningful occurrences suddenly get pulled together by some other minor happening so that they add up to something bigger? A new [...]
There is a scene in my novel Found in Pieces where Pearl Goodbar, the story’s main character, gets to hear two of her journalism role models speak at an event that actually occurred in real [...]