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Chapter 15: Irony and Uselessness

You want to hear something funny? Or more honestly, ironic? As I sat with my newfound information about Emmett Wilson, I was angry. Pissed, actually. First, this guy. Emmett Wilson, who (from what I had read so far) was from a privileged family; a family who held respectable jobs in […]

But for the Grace of God

When I close my eyes, I see it: The ancient scrapbook covered in gray dust, high on a shelf in a Florida library, long forgotten. And on the phone, I hear the excited voice of my friend Jacki the Archivist: “We aren’t sure how it got there, but it’s been […]

Family Disease

My sponsor cornered me after a meeting a few days ago. She hadn’t seen me in awhile — weeks — which isn’t a good thing for alcoholics in recovery. “Where have you been? What’s up?” She asked. Demanded, actually. So we sat down together in a coffee shop, and talked. […]

I bit off more than I can chew

Once again, it’s Halloween. This is my favorite time of year. And once again, I’ve become burned out. This time, it isn’t about Emmett and the research. It’s because I over-volunteered myself on several projects. And you know what? I saw this train wreck coming wayyy in advance. I could […]

The Miracle

On Saturday morning, I said goodbye to a dear friend. You’d have liked Michelle. She was a pistol. She was someone who lived life like a loose garment — she had poise, humor, smarts. She also had a way of getting right the point, of saying the right thing at […]

Emmett, Catholicism, Faith, Amends

It was a tough time to be Roman Catholic in Florida during the early 1900s. Heck, it was tough to be Catholic anywhere in the U.S. at that time. When Emmett moved back to Pensacola in 1906, to rebuild his career after his embarrassing tenure in Illinois, image was important. […]

On to the Second Draft

The review of the first draft is finished. It’s a five-chapter mess, not counting the bibliography and notes section. It is a relief to have gotten through a complete first draft. But, no lie, the real work begins with the second draft. I’m not sure when I’ll have a final […]