I was moping this morning. The last few weeks have been easy, and I don’t do well when not challenged. I have a life anyone would envy. I work part time, write, take care of the house, and make sure the kid gets to where he needs to go from…
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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.
Emotion clamped me to my seat. I’d turned on the television to look at the news. Before I could change the channel, I noticed that the movie on the channel was an animated film my daughter used to watch. It transported me to a time of life when things weren’t…
Leave a CommentDuring the winter break, I suffered a break with my sanity. Granted, this deviation in straight, level-headed thinking resembled little the psychotic episodes I’ve endured in struggles with manic-depressive disorder. Rattling highs and bone-crushing lows did not plague me. Instead, I felt an overwhelming compulsion to describe moments, feelings, memories…
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The loss of friends keeps me up at night. The thought of those people once close to me and now no longer in my life stitches me when I wake. I roll around restlessly, thinking of whatever incident or series of failures and miscommunications led to the breaks. The long…
Leave a CommentAs the drinking increased, things changed. I began to take advantage of what I thought was an easy situation. I came home on the bus, furtively drinking from a pint I bought the night before. I spent more time at home before going to Jane’s house, drinking heavily before I…
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