If you travel with an open heart as I think one must, you will find yourself here in a moment like this one - unscripted by itinerary and shaded by something so universally important that long after the seasons change and the years pile on, you will remember the days when kindness mattered.
It's unsettling as the dry Panhandle wind when after years of writing the news, you become it. A project - a town, really - captured my heart in 2011. It held on tight, wouldn't give up on me or my documentary partner, Ezra Gentle, as we struggled to see how we could bend a few... Continue Reading →
I fell in love with a town in 2011, wrote a long story about it (The Last of Kenton) and co-wrote/co-directed my first documentary. It premieres Saturday at the deadCENTER Film Festival in Oklahoma City. Here is preview: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=weBJSjvqQEM
From my farm in Oklahoma, I watch storm clouds stampede across the sky with a trail of the palest of blue and yellow-tinged white. We are sorrowful today - April 19 - as Oklahomans remember April 19, 1995. I am tied to the Oklahoma City bombing because I know people who lost much on that... Continue Reading →