Tag Archives: T.K. Thorne
A Wolf in Strange Clothing
What makes a hero? I just read about a marine who disobeyed orders and moved into the line of fire to rescue his fellows. He saved several lives and received a Medal of Honor. That’s a hero, for sure. Just … Continue reading
Three
Three is a magic number. Can you hear your mother counting down the time left until unnamed but dreadful forces will compel you to do what you haven’t done yet? Your personality might have made you immediately hop to at … Continue reading
When Walls and Water Speak
One day, I looked at an area along the brick walkway in the front of my house and realized I needed to do something extreme. Despite having spread grass seeds more than one season, only weeds grew in the shadow … Continue reading
We are Living History
We are living history. In 1958, the janitor at Temple Beth-El in Birmingham, Alabama discovered a satchel in the building’s window well with a fuse running from it. Fifty-four sticks of dynamite were in that bag. The fuse had burned … Continue reading
The Art of Defense
In addition to being a writer, I am a few other things, at least one of which sometimes surprises people. When I was a rookie at the Birmingham Police Academy (many years ago) my Physical Training instructor was a short, … Continue reading
Goddess in the Garden
The last few weeks (during the heat spell, of course), I’ve spent on my knees with copious streams of perspiration running down my face (or as the Southern phrase goes, “sweating like a stuck pig”). A few years ago, I … Continue reading
Just Joys
The whirling weeks have left me vaguely unsettled, looking for what I have “accomplished.” I am used to measuring that in terms of word count, and I don’t have many of those. Rather than wallow in … Continue reading
Peleliu
Last month, 77 years ago, American soldiers began a battle for an airstrip on a tiny island in the Pacific. I had never heard of it, but I watched a documentary where the last surviving Marines told of the battle … Continue reading
The Paintbrush and the Pen
During the pandemic I edited several books and started two novels, both of which seem stuck somewhere near the beginning and are sitting around waiting for me. I don’t know if it was the stress of the year or I … Continue reading
Roses are Stealthy
Writer, humanist, dog-mom, horse servant and cat-slave, Lover of solitude and the company of good friends, New places, new ideas and old … Continue reading