East of Normal
Getting Right with God
I’m a preacher’s son; I grew up so deep in the Bible Belt, I didn’t know there was one. I thought everyone everywhere went to … more
East of Normal
East of Normal
Music to My Son’s Ears
I can’t always tell what my son is thinking. I often don’t know if there’s “War & Peace” going on in his head, or nothing … more
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Five Minutes Later and Slightly Unhinged
They say you should never send an email in anger, and neither should you post upon the Internet when in the throes of that corrosive … more
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All Grown Up
I drove up to Bowling Green for a photo shoot the other day, leaves falling all brown and yellow and burnt orange, the low sun … more
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Like Father, Like Son
I collect Rolling Stones bootlegs. I have about 50 maybe. They drive my wife crazy — CDs without sleeves, sometimes unlabeled, lying around the house. … more
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I Dreamed I Was Asleep
Dear Mom, I don’t know that much about what awaits us in the next world. Wait, strike that, I don’t know … more
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Color It Springtime – for Now …
Spring is here. And thank God. Winter is as close as my male faculties get to understanding what pregnancy must feel like. By … more
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Where Everybody Knows Your Name
I didn’t get a chance to say a proper goodbye to The Family Wash, or at least not to the edifice that was host to … more
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The Condo People
When you’re coming off of Ellington Parkway down near Spring Street, and you’re at the intersection with Main Street looking across at the convenience mart, … more
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It’s Just a Damn Record
Recording studios are like spas: soothing, ambient lighting, couches, warm porous walls that soak up sound, and lounges stocked with magazines, bottled water and HDTV. … more