I did not know my paternal grandfather very well. That was partly due to geography, and partly due to the fact that he rarely spoke around me.
A Ghost Made Me Write This
Siesta
I am sitting in a diner, listening to Miles Davis’s 1987 album, Music From Siesta. I was managing a record store in Savannah when this album was released three decades ago. Thirty […]
The Bulldozer
It wasn’t a house yet, just a bare skeleton waiting for someone to make it into one.
The Yellow Sign
If it’s not my first memory, it’s certainly close.
It’s Alright, Ma (I’m Only Smooching)
Colleen Goodwin and Michelle Brown were best friends, and two sides of my second grade love triangle. They looked remarkably alike in a coarse sense: both brown-eyed, black-haired girls in knee socks […]
On Big Bad Wolves and the Proper Application of Cootie Spray
(I wrote a handful of pieces for a Why It Matters manuscript that I never posted here.
The Day After Christmas
No day in the life of a kid is more exciting than Christmas Eve.
The Year of the Big Brown Beaver
Not all children are innocents, but I was.
1,000 Dandelions
There were several ways to tell big kids from little ones during the ’70s.
The Blue (Almost) Stingray
Larry wasn’t the coolest kid in the neighborhood, but he owned the coolest bicycle.
