Not sure where I first saw Bebo Folk Art. All I know it is that it reached a critical mass in my brain because there were these primary-colored happy "critters" adorning the walls of Nashville's popular Calypso Cafe, Shimai Pottery & Gifts at the...
As you know, it's been an anniversary week for our Dear Country. A painful one. Like you, I indulged in some tender time travel. Again, on Tuesday morning I found myself paging and pondering through the memories of yesteryear. And then, it occurred to me. No...
Yesterday morning after 10 minutes of NPR, I turned off the radio and proceeded with the day. I don't do media coverage of horror. To me, it's self-inflicted emotional torture. All I need to know are the facts and see an image one time. Not watch it over and...
For Peace Ultimately, we have just one moral duty: to reclaim large areas of peace in ourselves, more and more peace, and to reflect it towards others. And the more peace there is in us, the more peace there will also be in our troubled world. — Etty...
I'm proud of the lil' Piedmont hamlet of my youth. I'm saving the bragging about the increasing and deserved public recognition of Greenville, South Carolina, for a future blog post. One of the not so redeeming features of my Carolina border town is the...
