About the Writer

My name is Jeffrey Pillow. I’m an American short story writer, memoirist, and poet. On the Internet, you could even call me a personal blogger. I grew up in the small town of Phenix, Virginia, population: 200, and now live in Charlottesville with my wife, two kids, and a dog named Mozzarella Cheese. I graduated from the University of Virginia where I was a Rainey Scholar.


The Lady Next Door

I wrote The Lady Next Door. It’s a short book. But that makes it go better with a cup of coffee or tea while you’re cozied up on the couch. You can purchase it on Amazon for 99 cents and read it on Kindle or the Kindle app for your phone.

They were just ordinary rocks found in a driveway to most people, but not to the lady next door. They were the most beautiful rocks you would ever see.

Jeffrey Pillow, The Lady Next Door

When the Lights Go Out at 10:16

I wrote another book from the ages of 21-24 called When the Lights Go Out at 10:16. I started it in July 2003 when my close friend Jeremiah was diagnosed with brain cancer. I’ve never published it anywhere except for excerpts on my blog. You can read part of it here. One day I hope to finish this. For now, it appears to be a lifelong project. I think I’m too close to it is the problem.

Show your support

Writing is how I make my living. You can show your support for my writing for $5 a month or $50 a year by visiting my Buy Me a Coffee page. It keeps this blog ad-free and free for everyone to read since it’s based on support from my readers.

Writing credits

I’ve been writing online since 1997 when dial-up Internet made your computer sound like it was possessed by other dimensional beings. But I’m not strictly an online writer. I’ve written for print publications over the years. An incomplete list includes Urge Magazine, The Nervous Breakdown, 16 Blocks, USA Today, Sports Illustrated, TheBody.com, New York Times, Washington Post, and Richmond Times-Dispatch et al.

I’ve written profiles on American novelists, the homeless, and have interviewed everyone from the Avett Brothers to Bobby Hurley to NBA legend Earl “The Pearl” Monroe.

My philosophy on writing

My writing philosophy is a simple one: everything has a story. As humans, we all have our own unique stories no matter our status in life. Stories connect us with one another. Writing should serve a purpose greater than self. As Vincent van Gogh once said, “To express a sincere human feeling.”

That’s what this blog is about in a nutshell. The tagline here used to be Life, Death, and Everything in Between. But when people see the word death, it scares them a smidge or they think something morbid will be poking its head around the corner. That’s not what you’ll find on this site. By death, I mean: grief. For years, a common theme on my blog was writing about losing my dad and a close friend at too young an age. I still write on the topic occasionally, but if I had to recategorize the tagline, it would say, “Personal essays and poetry on life, nature, and creativity.”

What you can expect from this blog

This little space in Internet Land is where I search for the meaning of life.* Light, heavy. Heavy and light within the same breath. That’s what you’ll find here.

I’ve written about:

The writing on my blog isn’t meant to be persuasive. I have an opinion, like everyone, but try to have less and less of one every day. The writing here is more observational than anything. I find the ordinary extraordinary and believe what we often think of as mundane can itself be beautiful.

How to contact me

If you read one of my essays and it resonated with you in some way, I’d love to hear from you. You can contact me by completing the short form here.

If you are inquiring about writing a guest post on my blog, I no longer accept guest posts and ask that you not contact me about this.

I’m not on social media, at all

No need to look for me there. Any “Jeffrey Pillow” you run across is not this one. This blog is my home on the web.

Selected Articles and Interviews

Rebels With a Cause

Urge magazine, Winter 2008. Cover story.
In 1987, an 11-year-old boy from Waynesboro, Virginia contracted HIV and was told he had less than two years to live. The source: tainted blood supplies used to treat his genetically inherited hemophilic blood disorder. Twenty-one years later, this very child is a happily married 33-year-old with a beautiful wife living in Charlottesville, Virginia.

Catching Up with Bobby Hurley

Hoops Addict, March 2011
Jeffrey Pillow of HOOPSADDICT.com talks to former Duke Blue Devils great Bobby Hurley. Hurley was a member of Coach Mike Krzyzewski’s back-to-back NCAA Championship teams in 1991 and 1992, earning MVP honors for the latter campaign. He is the NCAA’s all-time leader in assists (1076) and appeared in the Final Four on three separate occasions.

Topics discussed include the role of his father, Bob Hurley, Sr. in shaping his mental and physical toughness on and off the court; avenging the 1990 defeat by the UNLV Runnin’ Rebels led by National Player of the Year Larry Johnson; playing under Coach K; which teams Hurley believes have a serious shot at cutting down the nets on April 4; his advice to young point guards across the land; and a few words of wisdom for soon-to-be dads.

Catching Up with Earl “The Pearl” Monroe

Hoops Addict, March 2011
Jeffrey Pillow of HOOPSADDICT.com talks to NBA legend and Hall of Famer Earl “The Pearl” Monroe, aka Black Jesus. Topics discussed include the origin of Monroe’s famous nicknames, the dynamics of the game today, the New York Knicks then and now, and the evolution of the NBA’s professional game.

The Whimsical World of Artist Allie Kelley

16 Blocks magazine, Issue #21
Mounted on her grandfather’s wall, taxidermized white-tailed deer with brown glass eyes, smelling faintly resinous from turpentine and shellac, stare down at Allie Kelley, a 28-year-old artist from the hollows of West Virginia turned Blacksburg transplant.

“Every winter,” Kelley reminisces, “my grandfather would shoot at least one buck, bring it home, and string it up before taking it to the butcher. He was a master huntsman. I imagine he is what Teddy Roosevelt would have been if Teddy Roosevelt was a West Virginia coalminer rather than a born wealthy politician. Anyway, he hunted everything. I mean everything: bears, boars, deer, squirrels, whatever; and I seemed to always be there when he brought his kill home.

Portrait of the Artist: Jessey Schaudt

16 Blocks magazine, Issue #19
With her brush, she paints a different world, one in which the physical boundary is not limitable but bounded and replaced by the firing scintilla of the imagination. From her stained fingers, acrylic paint is flicked onto the canvas, and she watches it run, trailing downward only to sputter out, catching hold to a groove on the woven fabric medium; the trail of paint, blues and greens, yellows and reds mix, then harden; the seed of a new creation hatches, “released from any already existent thing,” [the] content lies in [itself],” as neo plasticist Naum Gabo said some seventy years past.

Interview with Author and HIV/AIDS Activist Shawn Decker

The Nervous Breakdown, May 2010
Two years ago, I walked into Shenandoah Joe’s on Preston Ave. in Charlottesville. Postured on a tall-legged, wooden barstool, a young man in his early 30′s busily dashed off letters on the keys of his laptop. White steam swayed side to side from the rim of his coffee mug, and then cut capers skyward. The vapors vanished but the rich, warm aroma of the roasting coffee beans lingered.

As I entered the coffee house, I carried a paperback in my hand—My Pet Virus: The True Story of a Rebel Without a Cure by Shawn Decker (Tarcher/Penguin, 2006), a tape recorder, ink pen, and pad. Sent by Dave Smitherman of Palari Publishing whom I had interviewed with weeks earlier at the Omni, I arranged to meet Decker for a magazine assignment to discuss his book, life, and accompanying activism.

Interview with Seth Avett of the Avett Brothers

The Nervous Breakdown, October 2010
Derk Richardson of the San Francisco Chronicle has described the band’s sound as “the heavy sadness of Townes Van Zandt, the light pop concision of Buddy Holly, the tuneful jangle of the Beatles, [and] the raw energy of the Ramones.” Hailing from Concord, North Carolina, the Avett Brothers have burst onto the music scene with the release of their acclaimed 2009 album, I and Love and You, and there’s no looking back.

I had the fortunate opportunity to speak with Seth Avett of the band to discuss—among other things—this very album, their recent rise in popularity, and whether or not beard envy was involved when working with the man himself: Rick Rubin.

Quid Pro Quo: A Review of Greg Olear’s Totally Killer

The Nervous Breakdown, March 2010
Twenty-three and jobless, the beautifully flawed Taylor Schmidt arrives to the Big Apple in July 1991 a transplant from the rolling hills of Warrensburg, Missouri with an undergraduate degree in English Lit and aspirations of breaking into the world of publishing. What she quickly finds instead are the shuffling, blistered feet of tenderfoot Gen-Xers like herself stretching for city blocks in the sweltering heat, all with resumes in hand, and the sexually overt up-and-downs of power zealot editorial directors.

The pickings slim and competition fierce due to an economic downturn, Taylor stumbles with high heels from one employment agency to the next until being summoned by the Quid Pro Quo employment agency. Led by the august, cocksure Asher Krug, Quid Pro Quo guarantees its adept applicants “jobs to kill for” but at what price?

Quid Pro Quo II: An Interview with Novelist Greg Olear

The Nervous Breakdown, March 2010
Pretend this is either an episode of Charlie Rose or a New Yorker podcast and I am a bewhiskered Deborah Treisman with an exorbitant amount of testosterone. For those of you just joining us, I am talking with New York based novelist, Greg Olear, author of the murder mystery/social satire Totally Killer (Harper, 2009). And by talking, I mean I e-mailed Mr. Olear and he didn’t report me to the FBI for stalking.

The Black Thunderbird

The Nervous Breakdown, January 2010
An unclad young woman stared at me from across the room. A straight line ran from her pointed breasts to my line of vision. I took a sip from my beer. Topless, unabashed, she positioned herself against the wall in a rather somber pose, half sobering considering the atmosphere. I took a drag from my cigarette, another sip from my beer. I wiped the froth from my lip. She had yet to blink, kept looking in my direction. Some specimen she was, I thought silently.

I exhaled a cloud of smoke and it hung heavy overhead like empty time. I walked her way. As I approached, she titled forward falling. I caught her, stood her back on the wall, and secured the loose piece of scotch tape that kept her shoulders square, her posture in perfect alignment.

*Spoiler alert: The answer is 42.