Palazzo Medici Riccardi

Palazzo Medici Riccardi

I had an hour to or so to kill before class. I dawdled over lunch, Tuscan white beans in tomato sauce and tomato, onion, and oregano salad with a short pour of cold white wine. The lingering flavors were mine alone, no one to share them with, no one to share the empty...
Arriving in Florence

Arriving in Florence

Journey to Italy The pandemic is over, so they say. Or so we are all behaving, traveling around the globe naked-faced. Despite getting Covid again two weeks before leaving for Florence. Cramped into a series of airplane seats listening to snippets of conversation that...
Christian Review vs Survivor Review

Christian Review vs Survivor Review

A few years ago I published my memoir of growing up as a United Pentecostal preacher’s kid (The Uncomfortable Confessions of a Preacher’s Kid). Its a fairly harrowing tale in a lot of ways and I chose not to sugarcoat my story. I am convinced that no one...
Straight Enough: a memoir

Straight Enough: a memoir

A friend and fellow writer from my former hometown writing group has released her memoir, Straight Enough and I gotta tell you, this book kicked my ass. The lengths we will go to to deny ourselves, the stranglehold of fear and ego, the twisted mindfuck of...
Then It Got Weird

Then It Got Weird

We headed south, stopping at a winery in Alabama that looked like this: Then to Gulf Shores which, predictably, looked like this: Then to Tallahassee: And finally to a much anticipated pecan farm in the backwoods of Georgia, where we intended to stay for a few days,...