Racism: A Riddle, Wrapped in A Mystery, Inside an Enigma Last time I wrote about my personal journey as a Southerner, I concluded that for all of us born by… Read more Part III – Thoughts from the Rabbit Hole →
Part I: Conversation with a Black Friend I live in peaceful and friendly North Carolina—just outside of Charlotte, in the hoping-to-stay-a small town of Cornelius. Been here five years. The… Read more Racism: A Riddle, Wrapped in A Mystery, Inside an Enigma →
Sandy and I were drinking Mother’s Day Jamaican Blue Mountain Coffee on our patio on a beautifully cool-for-June North Carolina early on June morning—our two Brittanys at our feet. I said… Read more “Go go back to your office and write.” →
The Round Dinny Trip Since my last story, let’s jump ahead—over many more yearly trips on the Escatawpa with Daddy. Past high Semmes High School and even past Auburn—to somewhere… Read more Stories of the Escatawpa →
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 →
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… Read more In Defense of Men →
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… Read more No More Grease Spots! →
