A Religious Thread Holds a Red Button in Place

Holy water flows through the Deep South, at times wide and moving swift with significant rapids. Other times it meanders, tea-colored, before sliding into a trickle. Sometimes there are eddies shaded by sweeper branches and mosquitos. No matter, holy water—religion—is pervasive throughout the Deep South.             “One Dollar and a Red Button” from If theContinue reading “A Religious Thread Holds a Red Button in Place”

Three Track Medalists, Mexico City, 1968 Olympics reflected in If You Walk Long Enough

The U.S. military fully integrated during the Vietnam War. However, racial equality only existed on paper.             In my novel If You Walk Long Enough, black soldier Joe Terrell, serving at the same time as novel protagonist Reid Holcombe, reflects on his experience in Nam. In Saigon bars, base camps, R&R beaches, and duty rosters,Continue reading “Three Track Medalists, Mexico City, 1968 Olympics reflected in If You Walk Long Enough”

Despite the name, there’s no butter: More thoughts from my upcoming novel

Granddaddy’s favorite afternoon snack was leftover cornbread crumbled in a glass of buttermilk.  He ate it with a spoon. Mother churned this slightly sour tasting, fermented milk drink once a week. After all, she milked a cow twice a day and had to find different ways to use the milk besides feeding the cats.            Continue reading “Despite the name, there’s no butter: More thoughts from my upcoming novel”