Archive for the ‘Memory’ Category

I have not updated this site in a long, long time, and I am sorry about that, and this is not an update but more of an apology. I have been working on my novel to the detriment of this site, which is a bad thing but it’s a really good novel and I hope...

It was early in the morning, and one daughter was dressed and ready to go. The other daughter was being whiny and fussy and not cooperative in terms of choosing what clothes to wear for the day. And I started singing: Well, it’s a fussy Katie morning Mommy woke her without warning In the morning light So I just...

Strictly speaking, this isn’t a country song but a blues song; no country song could get away with the chorus repeated this often: And this traveling around It’s gonna be the death of me And this traveling around It’s gonna be the death of me But, Lord, this is a depressing song. It isn’t just the chorus, or the music,...

What gets me about this song is the contrast, I guess. On the one hand, you have what you might call the public Toby Keith, brash, who’s-your-daddy, putting his boot in the asses of America’s enemies (which include the Dixie Chicks for no good reason I can see). And then there’s the tortured, insecure Toby...