I went to “The Land of No Internet” (aka my great-grandparents’ farm) to spend Thanksgiving with my family. My friend Jason S. referred to it as media dry-out. But my friend Wendy G. flipped out a little over it. When I told her where I was going, her response was a stunned “WHAT?!”—as though she [...]
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Suppertime
When I was an English major at Methodist College, I took a class on Southern Literature. It was probably my favorite lit class. And on the very first day, our professor—a recent transplant from Atlanta—asked us to describe the traits that make something or someone distinctively Southern. I wish I could find that list, but [...]
God Calls Me…
My Great-Granddaddy’s name was James Salter. Or at least it was until the life insurance man came out to the farm and began filling out the life insurance paperwork. The conversation went something like this: “Last name?” “Salter.” “Very good. First name?” “James.” “Okay. Middle name?” (Silence, followed by the sound of the ticking clock.) [...]
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Deep Into the Gut (A Repost)
It’s getting to be THAT time of year… The holidays… When I’ll be packing my clothes, my dog, and my laptop into my car and going downeast to spend massive quantities of time in a single-wide trailer on our four acres at my Great Grandparents’ farm. Recently, I’ve been pondering the possibility of doing a series [...]



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