Or: Why Spammers should be summarily executed. I get a lot of e-mail. My grandmother gets angry when I spend half my time looking at my iPhone and clicking away. She assumes I’m spending my time with her texting some girl random nothings. (“I remember a world before text messages. People talked,” seems to be…
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So I was driving down the road the other day with my friend Russ, when we began discussing the pending collapse of civilization. Relax, we’re not crazy. It was in relationship to a certain local congregation that is hell-bent on preparing for the end of the Western World and, as such, has more than its…
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I live in the South. That doesn’t make me a redneck, a hick or a hillbilly. I am an American. I live in a (grantedly small) city of approximately 60,000. I attend theatre and symphonies and the ballet. I also know how to eat a steak, barbeque ribs, field dress a deer and run a…
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A writing life is a slow life. It’s punctuated at times by periods of fierce activity but, for the most part, it is a life devoid of schedules. Your friends have to learn to accomodate the burst of creativity that sends you plunging for a notebook in the middle of dinner or the ubiquitous presence…
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Or two of them, to be exact. First, Anything But Ordinary is on its way to the Publisher this week after a month and a half of delays. (Sorry, fans, for not taking quicker care with this thing but that’s where the second chapter comes in.) The second new chapter is what has made the first…
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So Saturday, a friend of mine quit her job so she could hang out with me. No, this is not the start of a joke. And no, it wasn’t planned. Instead, it truly was a spur of the moment thing to spend some time together in Shreveport, a few hours down the road. Sure she…
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“I really need to get a life because I enjoy this shit too much.” I blink at Toni’s blunt pronouncement, made just loudly enough for the people at the other end of the plastic picnic table to glance our way, a perplexed look of surprise written on their faces. Immediately, I recognized the look as…
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I officially became old today. And it’s not my birthday. Last night, at Karaoke with Judy, she noticed I kept moving my glasses farther and farther down my nose in order to read the small print in the songbook. Finally, she handed me her glasses and, voÃla. I could see the text perfectly. So today,…
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Living in Louisiana, it’s hard to find a good Martini, much less a perfect one. When I ask for a Martini in a restaurant, I’m inevitably asked by the server, “What kind? We have apple-tinis, chocolatinis, Grandma’sSinusitustini’s.” I’m a purist. A quick visit over to Wikipedia will give any curious dipsomaniac a rundown on the…
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I’m not an alcoholic. I just like to drink. Alot. There is a very good reason why I drink, but we’ll get to that in a minute. Suffice it to say, I’m a drinker. And, as a drinker, I drink. Alot. Usually, I either drink with friends at home (wine, mixed drinks), or at the…
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