Serendipity: God’s calling card

    Decades ago, back when I was a newbie wanna-be, not yet calling myself a writer, I attended the Conference on the Book at Ole Miss. The only way I knew I was a writer is because a professor at Eastern Oregon University told me that’s who I would become when I grew up. I [Read More…]

On Juxtapositions

  Barry Hannah used to say it was the glaring juxtapositions of the South that made it such fertile soil for writers. The rich. The poor. The black. The white. I think about what Barry said all the time. Juxtapositions abound. That has never been more obvious to me than as someone who teaches First [Read More…]

Root Little Pig

  The blinds drawn, lights off, I leaned over Mama’s hospital bed and rubbed her neck. “I don’t know how you manage to be so strong,” I said. “It’s like my mama always told me,” she answered. “Root little pig or die.” My mother has spent a lifetime figuring out how to survive only to [Read More…]


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