War Games: Creation gone Catatonic

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  He walked over with a wooden cane, asked if the leather chair near me was taken. No, I replied. That other seat is in the sun, he said. I don’t want to be in the sun. No, I agreed. Pumpkin Spice doesn’t have the appeal in the heat of Georgia that it does in [Read More...]

The Creative’s Path

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Whenever people ask how I became a writer I tell them Vietnam made me a writer.   I have met people who don’t get it, the way my identity as a writer, as a person, is so intricately shaped by war. The Vietnam war of all things. I was nearly 40 before I found a way [Read More...]

Poverty of a different sort

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Never once when I was growing up, not even when I was a young adult, did I ever think about, or dare to imagine that I would come to Paris one day. A day trip to Atlanta, only eighty miles up the road, seemed exotic to me then. We never made trips to Atlanta to [Read More...]


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