I'm a writer living near Nashville, and maybe the only one within a 50-mile radius who's never written a song. Writing fiction is my preference, but journalism provides my daily bread. I'm from the Clark Kent school of journalism - I never carry
+ more bio informationWinds on the warpath, stirring no leaves; Ice, encircling branches like sleeves; Nor wind nor ice tells all the story - The age-old tale of winter's glory - Everlasting fading of the light Returns us to eternal night.
Baseball's back again it keeps turning up, like a bad penny (not Brad Penny) or a strain of mutant cicadas that return every spring. USA Today ran a spread last week on baseball salaries, a feature that also turns up every spring and gets readers' blood boiling and puts them in the mood to resent baseball players through ano...
When Brandt Snedeker broke down and cried at the Masters it might have embarrassed some people - he was somewhat shamefaced and apologetic about it himself - but personally, we think it's perfectly all right for grown men to cry. After all, as the book of John tells us, even Jesus wept. There are plenty of things that can br...
Hell is a place of unending fire and brimstone, With little demons kicking you in the shinbone Forever – a place of much suffering and pain, Crammed full of the obnoxious, the vain – People you wouldn’t have much to say to – That, actually, you wouldn’t give the time of day to; Absolutely guaran...
The foundation - and a flimsy one it is - of the proposition to raise the legal age limit of the NBA to 21 is that both the league and the colleges will be best served by the restriction. The colleges will benefit because the great players that would otherwise be pros will be plying their talents for their dear old schools f...
The dread Of getting out of bed Is only overshot By the fear of not.
When Jonathan Edwards delivered his famous "Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God" sermon to the congregants of his church in Northampton (Mass) in 1741, he elaborated on a theme from Deuteronomy: Their foot shall slide in due time. Gazing sternly down from his pulpit, grimly sizing up his flock, Edwards reckoned that the onl...
The Groundhog and the Camel Hail to thee, o noble groundhog! Valiant, staunch, serene profoundhog! You and your shadow mumbo-jumbus Are quite as famous as Columbus! O’er parched plain the camel schlumps With baggage heaped upon its humps. Should rain turn sand to seas of mud, You couldn’t go, b...
Career Planning Surveyor? No training; Bricklayer? It’s raining! A bailsman? No money; A salesman? That’s funny! (You’ve got to be cheerful – Put up with an earful). Physician? Too stupid; Musician? A cupid For gin-swilling patrons Of nightclubs, or matrons With dance cards? How awful! A gambler? Unla...
"We don't know a millionth of one percent about anything." - Thomas Edison. Edison, that big know-it-all, Thought his intellect was small; Having invented the phonograph, He shrugged it off with just a laugh: “Our minds are 78, said he, While God’s is a 33.”
Paul Erland
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