I feel like writing is magic. It’s the old magic, the original sorcery. Because I can not know what I think, sit down and hit the…
Considering the holidays, and some folks, due to no fault of their own, not knowing how to make cornbread dressing properly – I saw where one…
When I was eight years old, I wanted to be a superhero. I wouldn’t shut up about it. I drew plans for my Fortress of Solitude,…
It was a muggy afternoon in Midtown Memphis almost 17 years ago, and I had agreed to meet my ex-girlfriend in the Starbucks on Union Avenue.…