I wrote Cheating Songs for an online workshop I participated in last year, lead by Siobhan Wright. That workshop has generated some of my best work to date. It was called Tell Us a Story. This is the third piece from that workshop to be published, and I’m continuing to work with Siobhan Wright, who…
Category: Personal Essays
Three Publications in a Week
It’s a rare week to receive printed proof that someone thought enough of it to include it next to other people’s work they thought enough of to publish in a journal. So I was triply delighted this week when not one, but three publications I’ve been waiting for appeared in my mailbox. They are: A…
A Clip from The Conch Shell 1979
An Article I wrote in 1979—”Preserving the Reefs” I was going through some old newspaper clippings my mother saved and I came across this article I wrote way back in 1979 extolling the virtues of John Pennekamp State Park in Key Largo, Florida.
The History of the Madisonville Sidewalk Cattlemen’s Association
My History with Madisonville Sidewalk Cattlemen’s Association I wrote this piece for the Madisonville Sidewalk Cattlemen’s Association many years ago. As you will read, I have a personal interest in the history of this organization. I also designed and have been looking after their website for quite a few years. You can read the…
Hog Hunters in Texas
How the problem started Hog hunters have seem like they are everywhere in Texas any more. All over the state, farmers and ranchers are having big problems with wild hogs. These intelligent and adaptable creatures can wreak havoc on cultivated land and even prey on livestock. They can live in any kind of terrain, from…
“Mommy, I See Jack!”
March 25, 1996 Journal Entry “…With Jack so unwell, I have to admit that I’m just waiting for him to die. This clinging to life with drugs and constant pain and fear is so ugly. I just wish it would finish.” March 26, 1996 Journal Entry “Oh what a day! Jack died at 10:00 a.m….
I’d met Paul in early November. I had dined with other catamaran crews, and stopped for a last beer on the way out through the quay-side bar packed with yachties. Over a terrible meal of “rotis” we cat crews had all told outrageous “puking punter stories,” puking punters being our overwhelming favorite topic of conversation.