Hair in Time of Quarantine
Over the last couple of weeks of the quarantine, it has become increasingly clear to me (as if it took a pandemic to make it any clearer) that we humans,… Read more Hair in Time of Quarantine →
Historical Fiction for Father
In Defense of Men
Alright, I freely admit that I do not wash the family clothes as often as my wife and certainly as often as I should. But after all, there are all those dainty lady-things that I could mess up and face the penalty of being banned from the bedchamber. ………. Thank you to all my wonderful mother-wife-friends who let me know about all those commercial products that 100% of the time will remove stains from bacon grease to motor oil. I know about those … well, generally, at least. Around our house,… Read more In Defense of Men →
No More Grease Spots!
As I used to do with brand new neckties, I now do with my favorite shirts. I think you know where I am going here. That of never eating a meal without getting a grease spot on a shirt or pair of pants—that is me! Or at least it was me, until last week. For the longest time, I have pondered on why those greasy spots on my shirts defy all efforts to clean them. I pretreat them the same night I soil them. Yes, I know about pretreating. Works sometimes.… Read more No More Grease Spots! →
The U.S. Constitution in Time of Crisis
Citizens in many states have recently rallied together to protest the stay-at-home orders issued by their state governors. I have watched as protestors allege that the government has no right… Read more The U.S. Constitution in Time of Crisis →
Little Missy and the Thunderstorm
The last two nights, I have slept in my bed for the first time since early February. As the old folks used say—and of course—I have been one for a… Read more Little Missy and the Thunderstorm →
Glen and Annah Dunaway Fish Frying System
In the last blog, I described the fish fryer that our family used for years and years as I was growing up to fry fish for family gatherings. I expect… Read more Glen and Annah Dunaway Fish Frying System →
Stories of the Escatawpa
Trips with Daddy In the Choctaw Indian language, escatawpa means where the cane is cut. However, the Dunaways and most everyone around Wilmer just called it Dog River or, more often, only The River. The Escatawpa River’s… Read more Stories of the Escatawpa →
Southern Exposures 