A recent Atlantic Monthly article suggesting that humans domesticated themselves by killing off the violent males in their midst sparked a short story idea.
We pick one day per year to say “thank you.” How screwed up is that?
Here it is, the one week of the year that we pay lip service to being thankful for all of the stuff we took for granted the other 51 weeks.
Funk is the chocolate to rock’s peanut butter, and few have made it more delicious than Mother’s Finest. I love the Red Hot Chili Peppers and you probably do, too. Now pay […]
So yeah, telling lies to tell the emotional truth is what writing creative non-fiction is all about, provided you stick to the important facts. The list of memoirists brought down by whoppers […]
I wish I could say that I immediately internalized the lesson laid down for me by the two Charlies—my landlord and the mighty Bukowski—but I didn’t. Writing honestly is a simple enough […]
Georgia Music Hall of Famers, personal favorites, and friends of Why It Matters Mother’s Finest have launched a Kickstarter campaign to fund their first studio album in a decade.
Sixth period, Journalism. The end of the school day. I signed up for the school newspaper for three reasons: I liked to write It wasn’t a straight class My buddy Hal the […]
Today marks the second anniversary of Why It Matters. Last year was a busy one. Here’s what happened, and also what’s coming up:
You are about to learn why music matters to the legendary Mother’s Finest. You’re also going to see some amazing photos and hear some funk that rocks so hard you’ll wonder why […]