There is a lot of talk in the writing community about how artificial intelligence chatbots are going to replace authors someday. The fear is that AI will take real writing jobs and we writers will eventually be forced to live in refrigerator cartons beneath an...

The man was ordering a beer from the bartender when I noticed him staring in my direction. “You’re that writer, ain’t you?” he said. That depends. “On what?” On whether you’re with the IRS. “Brother, have I got an angel story for you. It’s divine providence that I’m...

Lake Martin is flat. Mirror flat. It is a perfect evening. The sun is low. The crickets are singing in full stereo. And I’m visiting with old ghosts.  My father would have looked at this calm water and said it was as “flat as a bookkeeper’s bottom.” Only he...

I’ve never been to a trampoline park before because I prefer my groin muscles to be untorn.  Recently, we took my friend Becca — she is 11 years old — to visit a trampoline park. Becca is blind, and going to a trampoline park is a lot of fun for her.  “I...