Showdown on the Playground
Let’s get ready to RUMBLE! Third-grade style. Recess. My hulk of a nemesis is hungry for blood. And I’m about to pee down my leg–or
Musings
Let’s get ready to RUMBLE! Third-grade style. Recess. My hulk of a nemesis is hungry for blood. And I’m about to pee down my leg–or
A very literal illustration of how life on earth–or in eternity–is merely a breath away.
It was a deeply personal honor to speak to the new GED graduates of Georgia Northwestern Technical College (you’ll understand when you watch). The standing-room-only
Enjoy this smile-inducing remembrance by his former student, Daniel Ford. Daniel went on to be the bassist of famed Southern rock band Doc Holliday. This
Mama scouted for bookstores in her area that would host me when The Cracker Queen first came out. This is how she indicated that a
Dolly Parton married Carl in this town in 1966. They hold “Dolly Days” each year to celebrate the connection.
“He was the first punk,” says John Waters. “He was the first everything.”
We hit the streets to offer food, cold drinks, and a listening ear to our unsheltered neighbors. Three encounters stand out. I rolled with the
The nicer folks would always describe my dog Benji this way: “He’s so ugly he is cute.” That’s the Southern way of saying your dog
The reading with the psychic medium was all kinds of crazy. (Let’s just say it did not go as expected–for either one of us.)