When Mom And Dad Went To War

My Mother, Southern To The Bone, Once Told Me, “all Southern Literature Can Be Summed Up In These Words: ‘on The Night The Hogs Ate Willie, Mama Died When She Heard What Daddy Did To Sister.’” She Raised Me Up To Be A Southern Writer, But It Wasn’t Easy.

Evil Would Always Come To Me Disguised In Systems And Dignified By Law.

Happiness Is An Accident Of Nature, A Beautiful And Flawless Aberration.

Red Hook Road Made Me Happy, And Happy To Be Alive. It Took Me Out Of My Home On The Coast Of South Carolina, Placed Me In The Town Along Red Hook Road, And Changed Me The Way Good Books Always Do.

My Soul Found Ease And Rest In The Companionship Of Books.