Saturday, March 24, 2018


The cherry trees are blooming over by Gaffney Street. Another new chapter in an old story. The summer folk will be chugging up the mountain now to air out their dark old houses that have stood cold and empty while their owners were someplace flatter and warmer. Some of us in town, though, were up here all winter long being real

Friday, March 23, 2018


Currently, I am on my annual spring writing retreat in Saluda, North Carolina. As soon as it is over, I will commence my annual summer writer's retreat. Same place.

Thursday, March 22, 2018

Change of season...

Spring has finally sprung in our town and the days are already lengthening, an hour longer in just two weeks. I thought I might have trouble getting adjusted to the time change, but it hasn't been a problem. I just wake an hour later.

Tuesday, March 20, 2018

Tom and Chris...

Well, we've outlasted another winter. Thomas Hart Benton (Harry Truman's favorite painter, not the senator) said that was the secret of his success. When asked by an interviewer, late in his life, how he had continued with his realist regional style during the decades when abstract expressionism ruled in the art markets and critical circles, he said simply, "I outlasted the bastards."

Benton was a stayer. He married one of his students, and when he died, fifty-three years later, Rita found him in his studio, brush in hand, sitting in front of his completed mural, The Sources of Country Music, commissioned by the Country Music Hall of Fame.

My friend Chris from Uganda, who lost his entire family in the genocide there, liked to say, "In Africa, we start when we're ready and quit when we're done." I pray every day, that like Tom and Chris, I won't have to quit until I am done.


Monday, March 19, 2018

Good News...

This poor world could stand some Good News. Let's go out and evangelize it - just as soon as we've evangelized the Church.

Sunday, March 18, 2018

...all hope lost.

Your anam cara (soul friend) is the one who still wants to talk to you after losing all hope that you might ever prove useful.