From the desk in my living room – in Selbrook off Old Selma Road, just beyond the fingernails of the Montgomery city limits – I can see the world. Not literally, of course, as there’s not even a window from … Continue reading From the News Desk in the Living Room…

I woke up this morning, in much the same fashion as any morning – I briefly struggled to shake off the nightly Coors and clonazepam hangover, steadied my bony legs and proceeded to retrieve my daughter from her bed. Quick diaper … Continue reading The Washer is Fixed and Other Freelance Headlines

To say that I fell into the news business is a lot like saying one has fallen into love. With a quiet, undefined voracity one seeks out such things – a life of purpose to lead, whether through craft or … Continue reading On Writing From Home

I pulled out of Britt’s, a little smoke in my head and a couple of beers in my belly, and I was feeling a little bit better. The prostration had not yet subsided, not by a long shot, but I’d … Continue reading ‘I got heart, but I ain’t got no locker, do I Mick?’