My good friend Robin Raven just released her first novel! It’s titled Next Stop: Nina, and […]
I had a fun time at the Rogers Library Create-it Con today! Sold some books, met some […]
I will be at Create-It Con, a celebration of writers, tinkerers, makers, builders, bakers, painters, engineers, […]
This last Saturday, on June 27th, I got to meet one of my favorite musicians, Colbie […]
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Fred Ruskin sat by himself at a table in the back of the Peacock, the seediest bar that Carthage had to offer. Tonight he didn’t care who saw him drinking. The twang of Merle Haggard singing ‘Things Aren’t Funny Anymore’ drifted across the room from the old jukebox in the corner. ‘Ain’t that the truth,’ mumbled Ruskin, raising his glass in a silent toast to the music.

— Small Things, Chapter 21