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Author: Patrick Dobson

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.

The good of discipline and the writing that comes from it

I took back part of my life today. I don’t know if I will have it tomorrow but for the moment it doesn’t matter. I did something good today, something that made me feel good in a way I haven’t felt in a long time. What I did was simple.…

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Relationships with kids–like father, unlike son

There’s nothing in my life at the moment I treasure more than the relationships I have with my kids. My daughter, now 24, rings me several times a week and spends at least one evening a week with us at home. My thirteen-year-old son loves doing things with me and…

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Not a New Year’s resolution, just plain determination

Not being an animal of routine, I look forward to the holidays. The tasks and activities associated with Thanksgiving, Christmas, and the New Year interrupt the normal course of days. In between family and parties and shopping, pauses give me time to think about the course of my life, where…

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Coffee or tea? Tea for now, thanks.

I had my first cup of coffee at age 12 and was hooked. I liked what coffee did to me. It enhanced perception of the world, set my heart thumping in my chest, and put a little nervous twang in my limbs. When I was in high school, my mom…

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A lonely, beautiful moment at Christmas

The holidays as seen in Hollywood movies don’t do much for me. I’m all for peace on earth, goodwill towards men (and creatures), and family. But my history with the holidays is checkered and filled with melancholy memories. And it’s in the melancholy mood that I like to be on the holidays.…

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