Musings
A funny thing happened when I started writing columns for the Georgia Bulletin, the newspaper of the Archdiocese of Atlanta. I kept receiving responses from
I’m a history fanatic, so a long trip through Southwest Georgia did not disappoint. The landscape was dotted with family cemeteries, 200-year-old pecan groves, abandoned
So PSYCHED to have authored an essay in this evocative book on the inimitable Ms. O’Connor. Simon & Schuster will publish, and the estimated publication
A writing life is nurtured in beautiful, decadent, messy Savannah.
If your report cards said you talked too much, this story is in your high honor.
My first homily at the age of four. Being Southern, the sermon warned of a grievious sin against good food.
Mama Bear springs into action when a crackhead holds her baby sister hostage. You can’t make this stuff up, people.
Mama’s fondest Chicago memory wasn’t of the racial unrest she helped quell. It was of the stud muffin at her door.
A tale so fantastic I wouldn’t believe it–had it not happened to me. Douse the overhead lights, curl up with a hot beverage, and enjoy
A story about the assumptions we make–and the consequences of lousy artistic skill.