You’ll Always Be A Hillbilly
“You can use those big words and live in the city, but you’ll always be a hillbilly.” I laughed so hard I almost wet myself. My second oldest brother, Brian, said these words to me several years ago. I look back fondly on this statement and still smirk, though my body has mercifully lost its…
Going Home
I’m a long way from hayfield walks and front porch musings. That time of my life seems like someone else’s. As I reminisce on those ancient days, it’s like finding vestiges of some foreign, long-ago existence during an archeological dig. I feel pulled to that long-ago existence. The pull, the longing to go back home…
Ways of Knowing (aka The HQ 70s)
“I knew it!” exclaimed Kelly, my best friend since first grade. “We’ve just been waiting for you to say something. (She’s now implicated my family in this cover up). We’re sitting on her bed in our shared apartment, the morning sun blazing through sheer white curtains accentuating and celebrating this glorious day. After all, it’s…
the daily periphery 