About Me
I grew up in a small coal mining community in rural Alabama. Sloss Hollow (pronounced holler), was later named West Pratt after the Pratt Coal & Coke company, was off the beaten path and many of the stories and columns I write are about life in the south both past and present. Some of the columns and stories are about the people I meet and the places I go. Some are written about my life as a child during the 50's and early 60's. A simpler time seen through the eyes of a kid that grew up poor by today's standards.
But like most families around Sloss Hollow, we were a proud people who didn't realize that we were poor.
I was encouraged by my mama and daddy to get an education and "git out of Sloss Holler."
Well, I did get an education, but I still live not far from where I was born. Not because I could do no better, but this place I call home is woven into the fabric of me.
I have traveled with Uncle Sam while in the US Army and I have traveled abroad with my lovely wife Jilda.
While I am a writer, together we are singer songwriters and it was the love of music and performing that took us to Ireland to play pubs and restaurant across that land. I've never seen a place so green.
But it is here, in the rural south where I chose to make my home. I know there are wonderful places all around this world, but each time we travel, I long for the hills and hollows of home.