Uniquely Positioned to Shed Some Light

Introduction In the last few weeks I have seen one too many Facebook posts (typically linking to desperate articles) from my Pensacola Christian School classmates of yore clumsily trying to justify Donald Trump as the “moral choice” in this election. That absurdity is what prompted me to write this post. Those of us who grew up in the fundamentalist movement… Continue reading

Roots Run Deep

I grew up in the South, no, in the Deeeeeep South. I was born and raised in the panhandle of Florida, or lower Alabama, as it is still often called. “My people” lived in the Deep South, literally for generations. Everyone, for generations back, spoke with a profoundly deep southern drawl. They knew nothing else. I was to turn out… Continue reading

Binge Watching

Maybe, as a child I spent too much time running around barefoot on the sun-scorched, red clay roads of the Deep South, or heard one too many superstitions, sermons, or tall tales. Maybe it was the sounds of the frogs and the saccades, or the wind rustling softly through the low-hanging moss in the ancient oak trees, or perhaps the… Continue reading