My old Kentucky home

In January 1993, I threw an overnight bag into the backseat of my Chevrolet Citation and set out from Texarkana, Arkansas, where I lived, for Owensboro, Kentucky, where I hoped to be living soon. I was 22 years old, on the brink of 23, into my third year as a newspaper copy editor, cocky as […]

It’s here: EDWARD UNSPOOLED

This morning, perhaps as people slept, e-readers quietly updated with Edward Unspooled, marking the official release date of my sixth novel—and the third featuring Edward Stanton and his family and friends. Every release day is equal parts pleasure and anticipation. It’s the payoff for the long months of writing and rewriting and editing and formatting. […]

High Plains Book Awards

The news came out yesterday that This Is What I Want is a finalist in the fiction category of the 2016 High Plains Book Awards. It’s my third finalist designation—the previous ones were for Quantum Physics and the Art of Departure in 2012 (short stories) and 600 Hours of Edward in 2010 (winner in the First […]

Landscapes

We were maybe twenty miles west of Billings, Montana, when we topped a hill and the land fell out before us, plains running in a soup bowl to the next plateau, the purple-blue sky a canopy fastened to the horizons at 360 degrees. Elisa drew in a breath and said, “I never get used to […]

Duaine’s Last Rites

This article originally ran in the Winter 2015 edition of the Montana Quarterly, a magazine with which I’ve had a long association, first as a frequent contributor and now as a member of the masthead (design director). If you’re a Montanan (present or in absentia), love Montana, or are simply interested in the culture and […]

Onward into 2016

Most years at this time, I write a little piece in this space about the year gone and the year ahead. Call it a natural byproduct of the job; putting things into some kind of perspective—good, bad or otherwise—is what I do. The problem today is that 2015 was just too big, too transformative, to […]

The view from here

So here’s where I cop to a fetish with modern technology: I love the feature on Facebook that allows you to look at your posts from a given day—say, Oct. 8—through the years. It is, usually, a delightful way of reliving moments big and banal and inscrutable. You find out how funny you were. Or […]