Month: November 2013
Always, in the past, I would call my daddy on Veteran’s Day. I called him on Memorial Day. I called, every once in a while, on December 7th when Pearl Harbor was bombed. I called to tell him thank you for a service that happened before I was born. Before I ever knew he would come into my life. Before . . .
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He was only nineteen years old,...
Forget the Writing Rules
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If I knew every book I picked up would be as fascinating as the unpublished novel I just finished, I’d live each day with a readiness for the quiet moments when I could get back to the world between the pages.
Most books I read are not so fascinating. Many are poorly written. Or well-written with characters whose lives I could care less...
Coming from Behind the Curtain
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me
The face behind the voice.
Tell me if this is what you envisioned when you listened to the stories.
If you haven’t listened, click on a story then tell me what you think.
That first part—the man singing—that’s not me.
I’m the one talking.
Remember: You Cain’t Do Nothing with Love
“Christianity is Too Hard”
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The man and I sat down at the art table, staring at the chip bags we would turn into crosses, when he asked, “What led you to do this?”
I was preparing to give him my standard spiel about how the tragedy of 9/11 led me to make crosses from broken and found objects. But something made me ask, “Making crosses, you mean?”
“No,”...
A Snail Went to Carlos Fuentes Funeral
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Sometimes I get so frustrated by the pace of my writing career, I Google the titles of my novels to see if something is going on with them that I don’t know about. This is an insane activity, as the novels haven’t been published. The only place they exist—other than a mention or two in contests I’ve placed in over the years—are...
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