R. S. WilliamsOne Small Voice against the StormThe other night, I dreamed I was at a friend’s house during a terrible thunderstorm, the kind of storm that makes people think Armageddon…Dec 20, 2016Dec 20, 2016
R. S. WilliamsCaturday: 11/12/16My major problem is finding the next word. — Flannery O’Connor, The Habit of BeingNov 12, 2016Nov 12, 2016
R. S. WilliamsMarginaliaThe poor thing looked so lonely, squeezed on both sides by the spy thrillers and bodice rippers whose gaudy covers hogged the floor like a…Nov 4, 2016Nov 4, 2016
R. S. WilliamsA Story for All Hallows’ EveMost Halloweens I spend at my mother’s house. It’s the same house where her father was born in 1922. Like many old houses, it has plenty of…Nov 4, 2016Nov 4, 2016
R. S. WilliamsAn Epiphany, Post-WorkshopSeveral months ago, I attended a marketing workshop on how to get more mailing list subscribers. The hosts covered some interesting and…Nov 3, 2016Nov 3, 2016
R. S. WilliamsAfter the HarvestTen thousand starlings cover the orchard floor — a green-purple-bronze carpet delivered six weeks too late. Pecan branches arch in rough…Oct 30, 2016Oct 30, 2016
R. S. Williams“You can’t know if it’s any good while you’re writing it.”Like most professional writers, I get a lot of people asking me for advice. The other day, someone asked how I know if a piece is…Sep 21, 2016Sep 21, 2016
R. S. WilliamsAren’t we all.As usual, I’d let the Johnson grass in the back yard grow too high to mow. Instead, Mom and I chopped it into submission with machetes. It…Sep 21, 2016Sep 21, 2016
R. S. WilliamsDr. Parker’s GardeniasWhen I was a baby, my parents rented a tiny house trailer in Randolph County, Alabama. Their elderly landlord was a retired country doctor…Sep 13, 2016Sep 13, 2016
