an idiosyncratic literary project
So, I'm at a writing retreat with my editor. We're staying on a farm in rural Virginia, and one of the ways that I'm assisting him in return for his help is making him a website. In making his website, I came across a piece that he wrote for Neutrons Protons. I'm used to reading and proliferating more of his righteous articles that ruthlessly expose corruption in New Orleans. But this piece of his is extremely personal, and made me sad in the way that New Orleans often does.
Highly recommended.






