
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
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
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
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
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
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
Dear Mom, I don’t know that much about what awaits us in the next world. Wait, strike that, I don’t know … more
Spring is here. And thank God. Winter is as close as my male faculties get to understanding what pregnancy must feel like. By … more
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
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
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
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