Alex, I understand your complaint and why you would feel guilty about it. It’s tough not to feel empty when we achieved all we once dreamed of. I find myself at ends with my middle class life that’s do different from the life I once knew. I have comfort, enough…
Leave a CommentAuthor: 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.
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Dear Irene, All right. You’re right. I admit to my potty mouth. It comes naturally. Growing up where I did, going to Catholic schools, and being a drunk for most of my first 30 years . . . well, it affected me. I could say that these things gave me…
Leave a CommentDear Zeke, It’s been a good day and I wanted you to know that. It reminded me of a day I had last week. I was sitting at my window looking over the back yard. The boy sat with his head in his hands. He didn’t get his way and…
Leave a CommentDr. Bayindir, Months ago, perhaps now over a year, you recommended a Turkish writer to me by the name of Sait Faik Abasiyanik. I’d actually forgotten your recommendation and was only recently reminded of it. You gave me a card with Sait Faik’s name on it. I stowed that card…
Leave a CommentDear Alex, Today I turn 52. I have friends who have died at this age, and some younger. I think about 52 and what it means in terms of age and time. I’m fortunate. The Anasazi lived until their teeth wore out around the age of 35. At the beginning…
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