A Terrible Beauty

If you’re interested in anything to do with Ireland—beyond drinking that repulsive dyed-green American beer on the 17th of March—you probably know that Ireland is smack in the middle of the centenary celebration of the endgame in the centuries-long struggle for Irish...

Circa 1935

[You can read more stories from Skeeterville HERE.] I just spent a week back in my old hometown of Skeeterville. Maybe it’s just me, but either everybody there has gotten much cooler or I’m much less of a jerk than I was in high school. I’m open to either possibility....

Tyranny of the 1099

My blog spans a rather eclectic range of topics. Mostly, it’s a reflection of stuff that a) I know a little more about than the average jamoke, and/or b) has intrigued, tickled, or annoyed me during the past week. Which makes me a lot like Andy Rooney, I suppose. And...

Care and Feeding of Characters

I’m still in the afterglow of the blue-ribbon win by my first novel, None of Us the Same, at last week’s writers’ conference in the Great Northwest. Let me just own up. Writers are all Sally Fields when it comes to awards—“You like me! You REALLY like me!!!” I am no...

Conferencing with Writers

I’m on the road at a writers’ conference this weekend—I usually limit my intake to one per year and this is the one. Mostly because my first novel, None of Us the Same, is a semifinalist for an award in historical fiction. Thought I’d (near) live blog my weekend, just...

My Notre Dame

It had for most of us the shocking suddenness of an assassination, and in a way that’s what it was. The sight of flames tearing through the roof with savage orange fingers and illuminating the irreplaceable windows of Notre Dame with their sinister hellish glow was an...

On the Nod

Besides never losing at Whack-a-Mole, I have exactly one other indisputable talent. I’ve long been able to sleep on demand. I count that as a significant personal advantage. I’ve known plenty of people with profound insomnia. To be honest, I’ve never been able fully...

Predestination and Fisher-Price

[I’m in the throes of pushing out the penultimate draft of No Hero’s Welcome, the last book in my WWI and 1920s historical fiction trilogy, as well as reviewing chapters of the audiobook of None of Us the Same, my first novel. It’s incredibly cool...

Bad Grandpa?

I’ve put off blogging about a very particular topic, since it seemed to me unavoidably boorish. But a Recent Happy Event has resulted in my succumbing to what I hope will be a temporary dose of impulse control disorder. So it’s time to write about grandkids. In the...
They bravely fought abroad with hopes of returning to a new America…

African-Americans—the “Negro soldiers”—went to war in 1917 sure in their conviction they would come home respected veterans. Sadly, the reality of their homecoming was starkly different.

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