According to the above photo, I’d been out drinking the night before. I don’t know what my first Spanish word was, but I do recall
Tag: appalachia
How To Tell Your Kid There’s No Santa Clause
One Christmas long ago my Appalachian father, Ralph, took his revolver, climbed on the roof, shot once into the woods, came back in and said,
After You Finish Writing Your Novel
I haven’t written on this blog for over two weeks because I was finishing up a novel. Finishing up sounds like I was cleaning the
My Guns, Part 2: My Blackbirds
I was both a city and country mouse, living between my father’s deep-Appalachian world of sharecroppers, hunters, and, yes, moonshine, and the bustling metropolis of
My Guns, Part 1
I don’t remember Dad handing me my first rifle. I do remember killing my first rabbit. It was winter, I’d just turned nine, so, in