While applying for a marriage certificate in Lexington, Susan and I were asked to identify our race. We agreed we’re tired of that question on every government form everywhere, so we entered the word “Human.” The clerk was not having it and insisted that we properly categorize ourselves by skin color. We complied, yet it felt right to push back, just a bit, and peacefully, against an anachronistic regulation. If and when the government asks me to declare my religion, I’ll enter the word “Liberty.”Screenshot 2017-03-11 08.48.54.png


Idea Goldmine


I needed an idea for a short story and picked up Sam R. Watkins’ Civil War memoir Company Aytch. It’s densely packed with ideas for historical fiction and full of period detail, even 1860’s slang.