I haven’t been watching a lot of the Olympics. Just here and there. Granny has been watching a lot. But that’s what she does. Watches TV. Last weekend we did watch together when Michael Phelps made history.
It made me think about the fact that you never forget where you were or who you were with [...]
Fifteen Thanksgivings ago, I found out my father was dead.
Actually, it was the day after Thanksgiving and an icy snow was falling. It’s rare to get much snow in Tennessee before January, but other than the snow and the holiday, it was any other Friday night.
I was seventeen and had been living in the [...]
My first love affair was with a woman. She would let me sleep with my head close to her breast. She would grab me by my ears, brush her nose against mine, and give me butterfly kisses. And when she did, she would hum or sing one of my favorite tunes.
My mother [...]
Just a thirty-three year-old Tennessee mountain man, taking it one day at a time.
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