My brother’s bike
A Kawasaki 900. It was probably a 1988 or 1989 model. I don’t remember, but it was a beautiful bike. […]
The “R” Question
I’m sitting in a barbershop in Northwest Arkansas probably 15 years ago when the obligatory barber conversation started: Me: “Just
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Portland in October
As a Trial Defense Attorney for the Army Reserve, I attended my share of conferences. This one was in Portland.
Shame
Toxic Shame and You Can Too
It’s around noon on a Sunday. I’m 14 years old, sitting in my dad’s Chevrolet work truck, which (and I
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Another Southern Thing
Taylorsville, Mississippi: It’s a tiny place in South Mississippi. A guy in a blue Chevrolet pick-up truck drives past me,
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The Quitting Card
I was nine years old the first time I quit. The reason that I left Little League football was not
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Dad’s Voice
“Mom, Mom. He sounds just like John Wayne!” Charlene, a girl from high school with whom I was visiting, enthusiastically
Learning to Read
When they married in 1903 in Alabama, my paternal grandfather (Ollie Manning) could not read. I am sure this was
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Mustache of Shame
Photo by Shivam Singh on Unsplash I was a grown man before I decided to shave off that awful mustache. And,
The Pinecone Kicker
Short Fiction Greer never gave up on his dream, although his body had reservations Greer Davidson took a light and