The Reflective Light of Imagination
So I was at this dinner party the other day and had the chance to visit with an elementary teacher. I happened to know that he was also an artist. I’d seen a mosaic he’d done from buttons. This wasn’t...
View ArticleThe God of Imagination and Oliver Twist
A dozen years ago, I was traveling through a familiar town in the south when I saw a boy not yet ten trying to dart across a busy four-lane. It was mid-morning on a school day. I had no idea why he...
View ArticlePoverty of a different sort
Never once when I was growing up, not even when I was a young adult, did I ever think about, or dare to imagine that I would come to Paris one day. A day trip to Atlanta, only eighty miles up the road,...
View ArticleThe Creative’s Path
Whenever people ask how I became a writer I tell them Vietnam made me a writer. I have met people who don’t get it, the way my identity as a writer, as a person, is so intricately shaped by war. The...
View ArticleWar Games: Creation gone Catatonic
He walked over with a wooden cane, asked if the leather chair near me was taken. No, I replied. That other seat is in the sun, he said. I don’t want to be in the sun. No, I agreed. Pumpkin Spice...
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