Elizabethtown

Some kinds of closure only come in story books and movies; real life rarely turns out quite so neat and clean: with one door neatly sliding open as another firmly shuts; such coincidence is rare and far between. To compress the waiting lifetime in a moment on the screen, or a couple hurried pages seems […]

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Hanging on Dreams

I know you want me to say I love you in some tired cliche: forever in a bright pink bow with Hallmark lines I ought to know; and when I speak, some hidden strings should start to play. It should be Spring; then as the moonlight filters through the clouds, you’ll know that I love […]

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Why is a Cat Like a Sidewalk?

OK, there’s a joke that runs something like this: Q: If a hen and a half can lay an egg and a half in a day and a half, why is a cat like a sidewalk? A: Because neither one of them can play the piano, of course. In other words, life is often a […]

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My Reality

She’s no human interest story torn from some eighteen point headline in the times; she offers no redemption or salvation to the readers of these lines, like those miles that you fly over as you run from one place to the next: just as likely to get ridicule as an ounce of understanding or respect. […]

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The Honkytonk Manifesto

Real country music is not defined by its performers, recording studios or media labels. It is not a style of music so much as it is the embodiment of a way of life. Real country music’s appeal is universal because it is at its heart uniquely and profoundly personal. Real country music is always more […]

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Each moment is a threshold

Each moment is a threshold hinged upon an ancient door; we swing between two rooms: the future, and what’s come before. Experience, the lubricant that smooths the rust and squeaks, we start to use, and learn to hoard, before we learn to speak. One room is full of fantasy, the other, hardened fact; and though […]

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