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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 problem with planning: Paroxysms of anxiety

Dear Jim, I appreciate the predicament you find yourself in. People press you into planning something far into the future; you don’t want to think that far ahead. I think I understand their need to know and to rely on things happening exactly when they want. Planning seems to calm…

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The weight of history

Dear Billy, History lays heavily on those who remember, who strive to know themselves as they know their friends and lovers, who seek nothing more from life than their own redemptions. I have read a hundred stories of towns that die in the wake of this specious notion called progress.…

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A Letter to a fan of my work

Dear Judy, It’s been months since I was able to get into my website, www.patrickdobson.com, and only recently checked the E-mail. I received the following note from you some months ago. I appreciate your note and the ideas in it. I’m always happy when someone notices my work enough to…

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Rejoice the rainy day!

Dear Alex, Goddamn, what rainy and shitty day. It’s that kind of dark that can only arrive under a late-fall rainstorm. The sky hangs so low that you can’t see the top of the buildings downtown and fog obscures your view of the valley below. Car headlights float like specters…

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From letters to books: Your author in print

Dear Reader, As you know, many of the letters and other pieces you read here are actual letters I’ve written or would like to have written. They deal with the complex workings of the human interior. If you like what you’ve seen here, please consider reading my books. My first…

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