We're small and flawed. It was so dark it didn't matter if my headlights were on. I could barely see anything in front of me. The roads are empty at 5:15 AM. This is one of the reasons I like…

Porcelain is notoriously hard to work with. Unlike stoneware or earthenware clay that has sand in it that grips your hand and holds its shape porcelain is smooth, wet, and liable to collapse on your wheel. It is also sensuous…

Or maybe we're small and mighty. I hope it's the latter. We are just a little two-person independent filmmaking company and it's been a long time since we premiered anything new, but we're inching close to finishing a documentary and…

I have stopped and started this letter to you a dozen times. I really am not certain what to say or how to move forward. We have been friends a long time. Yet, your anger is something I don't deserve…

i've been listening to a podcast "Earwitness' about a crime - a shooting of a deputy sheriff - that ended up with an innocent man on death row. The story takes place in and around Birmingham, where I grew up.…

It always seemed like such a cliche when you'd hear the older generation at

It was hard at that point to believe anything a medical professional said, because each of them had been wrong for years. Until I was losing my ability to walk, no one did what they should have done long ago,…

My mother was taught to be afraid of thunderstorms. The explanation she gave me was that one of her foster mothers (she had 3 throughout her turbulent childhood) told her to get under the bed whenever one came through. She…

In 1969 when I was 18, I moved out of my mother's home into my first apartment with my three month old son. I'd lived with my mom while I waited for my baby to be born and for the…

Complaining about an experience flying a budget airline is like complaining about a stomach ache after eating an all-you-can-eat buffet. But I'm still going to do it because this one was my rock bottom. It wasn't the 5-hour delay that…

I couldn't tell if she was having a panic at

“Goddamn, Jordan. Tell me again why we love this job? This day after day shit on fires for, how many weeks now? Three?” I ask, as I lug the 50+ pounds of fire hose in my pack up the mountain-goat-steep…