Today we held the last class meeting of the semester, and no one is happier about it than me. Every student gets tired after the middle of the semester. With papers to write, tests to take, and even more books to read, they come to a point where they are…
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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.
For about the last six months, I’ve neglected my son. For the first several years he lived with us (we adopted him when he was five), we did a great deal together. We hiked, took photographs, went camping and bike riding. In fact, we did some of that this summer,…
One CommentEvery year starting in late November stands a market in Trier’s town center. The otherwise wide open pedestrian zone in the center of town hosts a village of what look like gypsy wagons draped in Christmas lights. The owners sell hand-made goods: candles, Christmas ornaments, toys, and other suitable holiday presents.…
Leave a CommentThe rain came and it made me happy. It started in the morning, steady and solid. It continued through the day and into the night. For the first time in many weeks, I felt at ease. A pluviophile they call me, a person who loves rain, someone who finds joy…
Leave a CommentWhen the darkness and lethargy of depression hits me, I constantly push myself. I must be doing something, anything. Mooning around the house, I see a million projects I should be undertaking. I’m a writer. I should be writing. But when I sit down to the computer, nothing happens. I…
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