“What to do with a bad review.”

M.J. Downing It’s like getting a C- on that paper on which I really worked hard. It’s a psychological gut punch I didn’t see coming. It puts me down, like on the canvas, trying to breathe, think, though nothing happens. George Foreman, as I recall, called them ‘canvas moments.’ I don’t know which boxer said… Continue Reading →

“Dress for Purpose, not Success.”

M.J. Downing I could be writing this while wearing pajamas—maybe with a cowboy hat. Believe me when I say that I look ridiculous in a cowboy hat, too. Or, I could be in my kilt, sweater, and Glengarry jacket, like Doctor Watson at the end of “Werewolves of Edinburgh.” I could be wearing anything to… Continue Reading →

“Brothers, A Halloween Tale.”

By M.J. Downing Denny Crandell, my classmate Robbie’s odd fraternal twin, showed up at my door on Duncan Avenue after six o’clock one evening just before Halloween, 1968.  My friend Tim Rogers and I had been listening to WAKY on my transistor radio and reading comics in my room when the doorbell rang, and Dad, who’s… Continue Reading →

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About the author

M.J. Downing is a native of Louisville, Kentucky.  Born in Shively in the spring of 1954, he was raised in Okolona. He lived in the Highlands for twenty years before marrying his wife, Amy, and moving to Valley Station.  He has friends and relations in all parts of Louisville, beyond those just mentioned.  He and Amy are members of St. Paul United Methodist Church and are active in its ministries.

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