I had a conversation with a friend today. In that discussion, I said that if I had life to do over again, I would make some different choices. At the same time, I wouldn’t trade away the life that I have. This got me to thinking: How can I have…
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Dr. Patrick Dobson is a work in progress until his termination. In the meantime, He is a writer, scholar, postman, and college professor living in Kansas City, MO.
The University of Nebraska Press published his travel memoirs, Canoeing the Great Plains: A Missouri River Summer in 2015 and Seldom Seen: A Journey into the Great Plains in 2009. Canoeing the Great Plains won the 2016 High Plains Book Award in Creative Nonfiction and the Thorpe Menn Literary Excellence Award. His essays and poems have been published in New Letters, daCunha, Kansas City Star, Garo, Wood Coin, and JONAHmagazine, and others.
Dobson earned a doctorate in American History and Literature at the University of Missouri-Kansas City in 2013. He has edited books, taught journalism, and been a union ironworker. He now teaches American History, Modern Latin American History, and Western Civilization at Johnson County Community College in Overland Park, KS.
He looks forward to hearing from you soon.
Whenever I go back to Trier, I’m looking for the person I once was. I get glimpses, snippets. Mostly, I discover the person I am. I lived in this ancient city near the border of France and Luxemburg for over a year back when I was 22 and 23. Lost…
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I hoped to keep my visitors busy and entertained. This was, after all, the only time I would be able to show them off to Josef and Marlies. It was also the only time Eddy and Udo would be together. I wanted them to get along and I wanted them…
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Nick keeps me going. He’s the balm I’ve needed these last couple of weeks. Since my return from Europe on May 28, I’ve felt lost and out of sorts. Post-travel depression accounts for some of my problem. But this kind of displacement usually only lasts about two weeks for me.…
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I’d hiked up steep roads through the vineyards in Wawern many times over the last thirty-five years. The path had always renewed my spirit and given me a new view of the world. I wanted to show my friends an integral part of my life, a scene that renewed my…
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