Christmas is supposed to celebrate the birthday of Jesus Christ but he wasn’t even born in December. Somebody just gave the man a random birthday. So that’s a little weird to me whenever people say, “Jesus is the reason for the season.”
I met Dean Young in August of 2003, when I was a fellow at the Bread Loaf Writers Conference. But if someone had told me that Dean Young had a defective heart, I would have sworn it was a joke. His energy seemed boundless.
I was introduced by my mama to her music when I was five years old . I thought they were best friends, because my mama didn’t use a last name to refer to her. She was just “Aretha.” Enough said.
I’ve been meaning to have a podcast with Jake, ever since April, and haven’t gotten around to it, but when Jake sent me his poem that he had written on Herbert Lee, I knew I had to post it and asked his permission.
Hey y’all, I know I’ve been gone for far too long, but for those of you who teach college like me, you know why. The end of the semester is brutal, what with all the papers to grade, extra conferences with students, and lengthy emotional breakdowns from said students. They start crying and then I […]