Dad, Am I A Redneck?
A few days ago, my oldest son in Atlanta texted me, and the following, mostly genuine phone-text conversation ensued. __________ “Dad, when you get a chance…see if you can dig… Read more Dad, Am I A Redneck? →
Call of the Woods: The Bluepoint
The story of the Bluepoint began with oysters in Maryland’s Chesapeake Bay. In its heyday the Chesapeake was oyster heaven. It is said that in the 1600s, its oysters were so abundant… Read more Call of the Woods: The Bluepoint →
Call of the Woods: The Signature
As I worked on restoring the mahogany coffee table, I spoke almost daily with my brother. He was giving a dining table that had sat under a covered patio since… Read more Call of the Woods: The Signature →
Call of the Woods
I haven’t spent a lot of time putting thoughts into essays this summer, although I have spent considerable time thinking about new ideas—how could I not, given the country’s political… Read more Call of the Woods →
You Called Me What?
I am in my seventh generation, and I have never been considered a person who was always with-it. I grew up a Southern Baptist, and I am not sure, but think… Read more You Called Me What? →
National Redemption
Simple—forgiveness and reconciliation. Of course, it is not simple. Things that matter, seldom are. If they are worthwhile, the concepts may very well be simple, but the processes needed to… Read more National Redemption →
NO CHOICE
I once told the students in one of my classes that a particular principal in the news was between a rock and hard place. Puzzled looks followed on the faces of… Read more NO CHOICE →
Part III – Thoughts from the Rabbit Hole
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 →
