A tweet from God
Because I like words, I usually try to categorize the sermons and messages I hear as one form or another of written communication. My mental filing…
Don’t always believe the man in the mirror
It was one of my first shifts on the daily newspaper I’d just joined, and I was sent out to cover a murder. Someone had been…
Standing up for myself in a sit-down sort of way
Some fifteen or so years later, I’d like to apologize to the guy sitting in the seat to the right in the row behind me. Or,…
Obscurity, celebrity, and guilty pleasures
I’m thankful that I cut my professional teeth in obscurity, where last week’s issue of the weekly newspaper quickly disappeared, and there were no fly-on-the-wall cameras…
The Rhett way to handle awkward moments
I’ve spent a lot of my life slinking away from uncomfortable situations, hoping that if I slowly slope sideways I might quietly disappear as the screen…
Losing the Gettysburg address
I was heading back to the office of the evening newspaper where I was the crime correspondent, with a list of the previous night’s misdemeanors in…
Marathon lessons from a true also-ran
I ran my first marathon the year the classic movie Chariots of Fire was released, which may explain why I reached the 21-mile mark before catching…
Twenty years, ten questions
Having studied American history and government pretty diligently for my citizenship interview, the questions were a bit of a disappointment, to be honest. Was I a…
The Arthur effect: good secrets
It’s accepted wisdom, thanks to the recovery community, that we are as sick as our secrets. But just sometimes what we don’t let out can be…
Hootie and the blowhards
When I am tempted to think that, actually, I am all that, I try to remember to reach for my copy of Fairweather Johnson. Holding it…
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