A writer who still thinks the word "blog" sounds like something dirty.
As I write this two birds sing to one another outside my window. It would be romantic to assume it was a love song. The reality is they’re warning each other about my cat eyeing them through the window as though Purina had gone… Continue Reading “Love, Beheadings, and a Tommy Gun: Let’s Celebrate St. Valentine’s Day”
I remember watching the Los Angeles Riots in the early nineties. As a kid in East Tennessee, it might as well have been footage from Mars. I’d never seen anything like the bubbling anger and resentment that poured into the streets and erupted in… Continue Reading “They Just Don’t Riot Like They Used To”