Dead Things, A Triptych, Part II: Eggs

Dead Things, A Triptych, Part I: Lightning Bugs God started taking my mother's voice around 1980. This was my 14-year-old perception: God was taking her voice. At the end of that year, Mark David Chapman shot and killed John Lennon outside his New York City home. So...

Love and Hope and Sex and Dreams

As anyone who has read my blog over the past year or so knows, I try to keep my posts short while I explore the deeper meaning of things. A music review or thoughts about running are portals to ways I make sense of the world around me. Since I launched the blog in...

Running Home

  I've done my share of complaining about my hometown of St. Joseph, Missouri, since I moved away at 18, but there has always been one thing that redeemed it. Today, I'm adding another. Designed in 1918, the city's¬†Parkway–a 26-mile stretch of greenspace...

Homeward Bound: A Transplant's View of Southampton

Note: This essay is from the book Southampton St. Louis: An Unconventional History. For ordering information, go to tp://www.southamptonstl.org/history. Ellen and I moved into our Southampton house on Neosho Street in April 1999. She was about seven months pregnant...

Jackie's Song

The day my brother died well they, Shut down the highway, yes they Shut down the highway, oh they Shut down the highway all day long And when I started cryin' well I Walked me a long way, yes I Walked me a long way, oh I Walked me a long way, the long way home I hear...