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Update.

I completed a draft of my manuscript today (!) and will be submitting it to the person I hope will become my agent (!!) this afternoon.
Now that the memoir’s out of my hands for a while, I probably won’t be posting any more excerpts from it. I’ll keep you posted on its progress.
Be on the [...]

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I do not believe I am prodigal. To proclaim me as such would mean assuming that I left the churches I attended or questioned my beliefs because I thought I knew better. You’d have to believe that I’m arrogant and need desperately to be humbled. You’d have to say that, even though I’ve asked Christ [...]

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Phantom Limbs

On occasion, I hear hymns. I hear Hosanna Integrity and Dayspring songs on AM radio. I see an infomercial about purchasing the latest Christian Contemporary compilation CD and watch as seas of tear-streaked faces gaze at ceilings with their arms upstretched and their fingers splayed, while 30-second snippets of Third Day and MercyMe songs play.
Other [...]

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PostBourgie just published my sort of tongue-in-cheek piece voicing my befuddlement over Tyra Banks’ Daytime Emmy win:
Not to discount Ms. Banks’ accomplishments, but have you ever watched an episode of The Tyra Banks Show? You have??? So this is your fault.
Seriously, though. We’re really over here trying to figure out how Tyra “Me Me Me” [...]

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Them

They’re wondering what happened to us, the youth leaders we left behind, the deacons and prophets who watched us sing solos with the children’s choir or mumble through recitations in Easter pageants. They do not feel that they’ve failed us. They think that we have failed them.
But we remember the day T.J. dropped [...]

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Hey fam-
My piece on Clifford “T.I.” Harris just went up over at Postbourgie.com.
Here’s an excerpt:
One month after his arrest, Ridley Scott’s American Gangster opened, with T.I. in a somewhat overhyped role that amounted to little more than a glorified cameo. (Your boy had 20 lines, tops.) Even with his limited screen time, T.I. seemed to [...]

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Gilded

Days before our annual New Year’s Eve Service, Pastor Robinson absently asked me to pen a poem and plan on reciting it some time after praise and worship and before his sermon. Because I had very little sense of self-preservation, I agreed.
I did not tell him that commissioned art requires ample notice.
I did not [...]

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