• The Thinkers

    I gave up Diet Coke in the late 80s, not for reasons of health or to quiet the nagging of my friends, nor did I give it up to save money. I stop buying Diet Coke because Nelson Mandela was being unjustly held in a jail in South Africa where Coca-Cola still marketed and sold their products without regard for […]

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  • The Waiting

    I couldn’t reach my son on his cell. I knew where he was. I thought I knew where he was, with the same group of kids he had known since kindergarten, kids who had grown taller than most of their parents, kids in high school, kids with a license to drive and not all that many places to go. I […]

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  • Trash Can Fairies and Pecan Pies

    I have a lot more land now. I have acres of pasture and woods and a house with so many bedrooms I forget what’s in them if I skip the weekly dusting. I have a family room and a dining room and a living room which my friend, Edie, calls my library, four toilets and ten sinks to clean, and […]

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  • Andrea, Me, and a Pack of Southern Women

    I first met Jefferson when we were coordinating an appearance for a writer. Jefferson was coming from Charlotte and I from Claremont, so Mooresville, home of NASCAR Teams and the only Steak and Shake in three counties fell closest to the middle. We were friends in an instant. We were far more four hours later when we said goodbye. We […]

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  • Just to Burn It All Down

    In seventeen days it will be three and a half years, three years and six months to the day since the house I loved died. The memories of that day don’t fade as much as they are kept in a different box, a place further back in the attic of the things I remember. But, I don’t relive them anymore. […]

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