Mr. Doc died when I was 10, and it was way before that. I was probably six or so when I first learned about birdwatching. Mr.…
I got asked a while back by a friend if I was going to talk about grits on my blog. If y’all thought cornbread was contentious,…
I was 10 years old the summer Mr. Doc died, but we could have already filled books with the adventures we had by then. He was…
When I pulled out of the cheap motel I had spent the night in the outskirts of Charlotte, NC, I couldn’t wait to hit the road.…
As a child, we had some neighbors – Montaree (we called her Montie) and Mr. Doc. They were retired farmers who had bought a few acres…