emanuel ame church charleston

I wasn’t there when Yo-Yo Ma picked up his cello. I didn’t see him leave Charleston’s Gaillard Center and stroll into the starry night. I imagine he clung to the Anson Street sidewalk and cut a lone figure in the crosswalk at Calhoun.

Sometimes, darkness makes
anyone anonymous.
I guess strains of his Bach encore still paraded through his head, lending imaginary life to the silent street. An empty school. A sleeping office space. The harsh cry of a feral cat. Footprints of a world-famous musician.

I wish I could follow those footsteps.
I wish more humans would.Continue Reading

new york times best selling authors

In case people still exist who haven’t heard about my recent accomplishment, please allow me to bray it again.
I’m now a New York Times
Best Selling Author!!!!!

We authors must enjoy these titles however they come. For most of us, they lack piles and piles and piles of money and unending fame. It’s a rung on a still-staggering climb. A step toward the crest of Mount Everest, though we haven’t crossed the ice field crevasses on flimsy metal ladders during an avalanche or walked past all the dead bodies entombed in full view.

Or maybe it’s a Grand Canyon-style cliff from which to fall. North Rim. Because HIGHER and STEEPER.

I’m ecstatic. And grateful. And very, very realistic. Please enjoy my 10 Myths of Most New York Times Best Selling Authors.Continue Reading