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 →
The time a town tugged at my heart
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
If wishes were horses
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 →
Love revisited
A friend of mine married a much younger man last year. They celebrated their 1-year anniversary recently so I think it might stick. She is 101. He is 89. "At my age," Opal Clark Moss told me, "they're all younger men." There weren't many people at the wedding because most of their friends and many... Continue Reading →