It was a celebration. My first book signing at Nashville’s Parnassus Books was a success. No, people weren’t lined up around the block to meet me, but only three or four chairs were empty. People paid attention. Stayed to the end. I mostly kept it together.Continue Reading
We stood at the tail of the Old Man Car. Lingered in a parking lot.
“Why don’t we go grab a coffee? COFFEE?”
“Nah. We need to get home. I’ve gotta be at the VA on Monday. They’ve gotta check my coumadin.”Continue Reading
It was a slog, Dear Reader. I wish I could tell you that I zipped through my last few miles of the Natchez Trace with ease. With grace. With the wind at my back and the sun on my face.
Nope.
Nope.
Nope.Continue Reading
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