New essay: ‘Secondhand Guitar’

A 500-word micro-essay published in Pittsburgh Review of Books

Some artifacts of our lives become lost to time but live on in our memories. Such is the case of some hand-me-down guitars I once owned. These were the beginner’s instruments that blistered my tender fingers and spurred me to continue to practice as I dreamed of rock’n’roll glory, until I became a guitar player of some competency, if not proficiency.

My essay, “Secondhand Guitar,” is a 500-word piece about some of the guitars that shaped my growth as a musician. It was published earlier this week in the Pittsburgh Review of Books as part of its Object Lessons Impressions series of mini-essays–or “essayettes,” as PRoB calls them–“on the hidden lives of ordinary things.”

I wrote “Secondhand Guitar” thanks to the encouragement of Dr. Margret Grebowicz, the Weiner Distinguished Professor of Humanities at my former employer, Missouri University of Science and Technology. Margret also created and leads the Public Scholars Network at Missouri S&T, and last spring invited me to join the group. The network includes academics, mainly, who want to get their work out into the world beyond academia. I’m all about that, so I readily agreed to join the network, and I’m happy to add “Secondhand Guitar” to my growing list of music-themed writings. I hope you’ll give it a read and let me know your thoughts.

Cover image via Pexels.

New writing in ‘Frazzled Lit’

I’m thrilled to have my nonfiction piece “Liars” published in the latest issue of the online literary magazine Frazzled Lit. Some of my educator friends, and at least one high school teacher, might not be so impressed. It lays bare my writer’s origin story in a most transparent way–warts and all, as they say. Nevertheless, I hope you like it, I hope you find it in your heart to forgive me my youthful plagiarism, and I hope it serves as a cautionary tale to other the other high school slackers and cheaters out there, who have the benefit of AI, which I did not, back in my day. And it’s probably a good thing I didn’t.

Photo by Nicolas Denorme on Unsplash.

Library book sale haul

Eleven books for twelve dollars. Money well spent.

Last month, I went to the Rolla (Missouri) Public Library’s fall book sale and came home with a nice haul of reading materials. It was $12 well spent, and the money went to support our local library.

Here’s what I got, and what I hope to read over the holidays and beyond:

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Shifting gears

Making the switch from writing short fiction and flash fiction to creative nonfiction feels like switching gears for me. Or maybe it’s better described as switching vehicles entirely.

With fiction, I quickly get in the zone. I’m driving a Porsche or a Ferrari, zooming along the autobahn.

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