Downtown Tupelo is anything but dead. Funky? Yes. Cool, even. I wandered the streets of Elvis Presley’s hometown on Friday, and I could almost imagine a diner between the galleries and the department store. Maybe it was even called the SkyView.Continue Reading
Walking the Natchez Trace has been a lonely business, filled with thousands of minutes of angst. Of anger. Of discouragement.
Then Stephen King invited me to dinner. Continue Reading
I didn’t think my parents could traumatize me anymore. I mean, didn’t we leave all that drama behind in our teen years? As adults, aren’t our parents supposed to be normal?
“I took a crap behind that tree. Right there.”Continue Reading
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