SuperDave, wise master of the Four Horsemen

One of my dearest friends on earth is a man named David Montgomery or, more affectionately, SuperDave. He received this title at UT when a group of five friends on our dormitory hallway decided we should all have nicknames.  Given that our group had two David's, one might have expected controversy over who would get … Continue reading SuperDave, wise master of the Four Horsemen

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The Four Amigas

Changing schools is hard on a shy kid. Out of necessity, my parents moved several times when I was a kid, and it always meant I had to go through the agonizing process of making new friends. Though I survived and even managed to fulfill the parental prophesy that I would make new friends, one … Continue reading The Four Amigas

Yes, Sevier County, There is a Santa Claus*

I am a middle-aged man, college educated, pretty darn savvy - if I say so myself - and... I believe in Santa Claus. I have to. I’ve met him. Newly divorced and struggling to make ends meet, I faced the most challenging Christmas ever in my mid 30’s.  The outlook for gifts under the tree … Continue reading Yes, Sevier County, There is a Santa Claus*

Fear of death shouldn’t paralyze your life*

On August 30th, 24 years ago, my father passed away at the same age I am now, 44.  I am frequently amazed at the size of the void his loss still maintains in my life. Throughout the years, as milestones passed, the sting of his absence grew.  A graduation here, a birth there - all … Continue reading Fear of death shouldn’t paralyze your life*

The Transplant

5/16/2015 - I wrote the column below which appeared in the September 24th edition of The Mountain Press to spread the word of Gary Grismore's need for a heart transplant. Today, I am thrilled to pass along the message of his wife, Beth, that Gary has a brand new beating heart in his chest this … Continue reading The Transplant

Hashbrowns & Jukeboxes*

With the weekend sleepover drawing to a close, I had my nine year old daughter, Lexi, helping her best friend pack up for the long trip home to Sevierville. Since I had been looking for an opportunity to tear into some hashbrowns, scattered, covered and smothered, I convinced my wife to join us so we … Continue reading Hashbrowns & Jukeboxes*

Peering Through the Windows of Autism

In order to get some understanding of my son, one must sneak up to the wall that is autism and peek through the windows.  I have had that privilege thousands and thousands of times.  Some of the windows are perfectly clear, revealing to an outsider the beauty that resides within, while others are opaque, offering … Continue reading Peering Through the Windows of Autism