Don’t Read On Account of Because!

Excerpts from a letter from Hathaway, Hardaway & Schultz, Attorneys at Law, representing David Clevinger et al. To: Amazon, Tiny White Box Publishing and Keith Howard Keith Howard’s book about a year in the life of Clayton “Clay” Clevinger, On Account of Because, available from Amazon https://www.amazon.com/Account-Because-Keith-B-Howard/dp/0692897445/ref=tmm_pap_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=1515684891&sr=8-1 is an unfair portrait of a number of … Continue reading Don’t Read On Account of Because!

The Hermit with the Pastor’s Heart (or How I Managed to Avoid Death, Make Some Jokes and Maybe Help a Veteran a Little Bit)

Well, I’m not dead. That sentence is such a great start it deserves its own paragraph. In fact, it deserves to be said again. Well, I’m not dead. After I posted yesterday’s column, a car pulled into the cutout in front of the Tiny White Box around 3. Since he’d first called at 8, I’d … Continue reading The Hermit with the Pastor’s Heart (or How I Managed to Avoid Death, Make Some Jokes and Maybe Help a Veteran a Little Bit)

Today is Not a Good Day to Die—Waiting for a Murderer (or a really sad man)(or no one at all)

I don’t often write these things in real time, but today I must. It’s 10:08 am, Monday, January 8, I’m sitting inside the Warriors@45North bunkhouse, a space I’ve never been in alone. After talking with Doc and Chief this morning, I came in here, started the fire and now I wait. For what? I don’t … Continue reading Today is Not a Good Day to Die—Waiting for a Murderer (or a really sad man)(or no one at all)

A Beautiful Blizzard—And I’m Stuck Eating Pizza in Manchester

This isn’t what I signed up for when Sam (is a dog) and I moved to the Tiny White Box in August. Even in those balmy late-summer days, one of the real reasons for choosing Pittsburg, NH, was anticipating high winds, blowing snow and sub-subzero temperatures. Today, Pittsburg has them. And I don’t. This New … Continue reading A Beautiful Blizzard—And I’m Stuck Eating Pizza in Manchester

New Year! New Game! (and I’m the Champion of It)

In my secret club, November has been declared “Gratitude Month,” a time when members should take extra time to count their blessings. Without wanting to sound treacly or sentimental—or ironic or sarcastic—or confused or potentially violent—let me stop that nonsense and begin again. In my secret club, November has been declared “Gratitude Month.” I prefer … Continue reading New Year! New Game! (and I’m the Champion of It)