Tag Archives: fatherhood

Morning Post, February 22, 2020

I’d love to go hunting again.  It’s been years, now.  Decades since I took to the woods with my gun and for so long I have never given it a thought.  Life was crowded and not in a bad way.  … Continue reading

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Music to His Ears

It had already been a long day.   A case I thought I had settled blew up again.  My star witness gave a statement to the defense.  I don’t know why and everybody in the office seemed to blame me … Continue reading

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The Importance of Fathers

    As you know, if you read this blog regularly, I’ve been reading Eudora Welty’s memoir, One Writer’s Beginnings.  She delves deeply into her early life, how her parents surrounded her with books and read to her in their … Continue reading

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New Novel Chapter

It has been a while since I have posted any new writing on my “Out In The Country” blog, so a few words of introduction are again in order. That blog is a novel in progress.  Today’s post is a … Continue reading

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Morning Post, March 4, 2017

  We bought the old house that my aunt and uncle had lived in a generation before and moved into that neighborhood that had once been considered the best in town. The streets were laid out there along the broad … Continue reading

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Afternoon Post, February 24

I’ve mentioned this before on this blog, but I am writing another novel.  The working title is “Out In The Country” and the theme or subject of the book is fatherhood – particularly fathers and sons.  I’ve put up every … Continue reading

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morning poem, march 28, 2016

He was a young man, by then That summer afternoon when he sat In the woodshop, watching Grandfather ripsaw the poplar board The last piece for the patch for the roof.   But every memory he had of grandfather’s shop … Continue reading

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morning poem, December 3, 2015

    He stands knee deep in the little river in gabardene pants It’s 1959, and he has brought his son here To this place where he spent his own boyhood. He has a job now and bills to pay … Continue reading

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