Like so many other people, Jimmy Buffet’s music had a significant influence on my life. I found much of it relatable, including a song...

Great art bestows immortality. I found comfort in that thought a few days ago when I learned that Virgil Marchand had died peacefully at...

I was thrilled to hear This Land is Your Land performed at President Biden’s inauguration. It says many important and beautiful things...

Waking today to the death of Ruth Bader Ginsburg, I am reminded of another Saturday forty years ago and an early-morning call informing...

Instead of writing my five hundred or thousand words as I should, I’ve been listening to John Prine. Today, the cruelty of this Stephen...

The book is launched. Section Roads is out there on its own, hoping that someone will read it. As part of the marketing process for a new...

Writing a book like Section Roads is not an entirely intellectual exercise. In creating this book’s childhood scenes, I found myself...

A couple of days ago, my three-month-old smart phone became despondent and committed suicide. Then today, while preoccupied with the...

"An ambitious, evocative small-town tale located somewhere between Peyton Place and The Last Picture Show" --Kirkus Reviews As its...

Asking for help is not an easy thing. We are conditioned to beware of people who ask. Like the people who solicit personal donations at...

The house on the cliff commands the attention of just about everyone sailing below through Thulin Passage. You can’t see a place like...

No carrot ever gave its life in a nobler cause. While this may appear to be a culinary commentary, it’s actually literary, although it...

Writing, for the most part, is an individual sport. One of the most difficult things about any artistic pursuit is dependence on the...

During the summer of 1969, I read a book called Red Sky at Morning written by a New Mexico author named Richard Bradford. I had graduated...