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Memoir Poetry

South Boston Speedway, 1988

I smell the charred pan fried edges of a bologna burger and the burnt rubber tires of an amateur race car driver spinning out in Turn 3 and the body stench and beer sweat pouring out of a race fan…

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Memoir Nonfiction

The Seizure

A grand mal seizure reveals something more dire: anaplastic oligodendroglioma.

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Memoir Nonfiction

Stephen King Comes to Phenix, Virginia

Stephen King terrorized my childhood in the 1980s. I’m pretty sure he (and It) terrorized your childhood too.

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Memoir Nonfiction

The New Kid

At first, I didn’t like the new kid. I resented him actually. That would all change in time as Jeremiah grew to be one of the best friends I would ever have.

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Memoir Nonfiction

The Music Stops

No one ever said this would happen. That it could happen.

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Memoir Nonfiction

The Gilliam Shed

Or, how I got that really cool scar on my left elbow

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Memoir Nonfiction

Creature from the Black Lagoon

A prehistoric creature lurks in the waters. A creature from the black lagoon.

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Memoir Nonfiction

Today Is Not About Me: It’s About the People Who Made Me, Me

Today is my birthday, and no, I am not just writing a blog post so you can tell me Happy Birthday. But hey, if you want, there’s always the comment section below. Why I’m writing is because (1) I like…

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Memoir Nonfiction Writing

I feel like a failure every time I sit down to write

“There’s nothing that makes me feel more like a failure than sitting down to write this story.”

“Maybe you need to reframe your mindset as to what constitutes failure,” my wife said to me. She sat across from me on the couch, a book open before her.

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Memoir Nonfiction Writing

Polly Was a Fat Dog

The story of the world’s fattest liver and white basset hound

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Writing

Book Update 1

Updates with respect to the book I am writing, When the Lights Go Out at 10:16, a memoir of childhood and friendship in the face of cancer

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Writing

The Day We Went Back In Time

The day the present became the past, and we, as children, walked into a foreign world.

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Memoir Nonfiction

In Phenix, Virginia, I Was Born and Raised

Now more than ever, my hometown of Phenix, Virginia, carries with it ghosts. The ghosts of my childhood. Almost fourteen years ago, I wrote these very lines.

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Memoir Nonfiction

It Doesn’t Matter Where We Go

In the rearview, I glance back at my son Henry. He’s wearing a black t-shirt that has on its front drawings of insects, different kinds, beetles and flies—bugs that shout, “I am a boy!” He moves the toy truck into the air as if it has wings and glides on air.

“Do you know what my favorite thing to do with my dad was when I was growing up,” I ask Henry.

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Memoir Nonfiction

Sleeping Birds Do Not Sing: A Novel (Excerpt)

An excerpt from Sleeping Birds Do Not Sing, a novel about mental illness and friendship that I wrote a decade ago that only one person has ever read—until now.

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Memoir Nonfiction

This Great Big Scary Thing

I open the door of the car which swings open freely, and set my feet on the ground, run for the tree line. There is a path in here somewhere, the hayfield, I know it. There isn’t. I will have to create my own path. This is where the adventure starts. Where the snakes hide in wait. Where the flowers form at the root and the weeds do all they can to strangle the beauty. The road is not paved before me. It never was. This is where the children of my past run freely. Where the thorns snag at shirts and acorns fly through the air like bullets piercing into skin.