There are 183 article(s) tagged Dan Conaway:
‘Outside is as hot as the seventh circle of hell because it’s Memphis in summer. And yet, I stay. I’m home. My memories are in the grid and grit of this place, on this river, in these people, those here and those deep in my bones.’
Dan Conaway: ‘This is not about guilt. This is about awareness. If you were born white, you did absolutely nothing to deserve the privileges you’ve enjoyed because of it.’
What made them angels was the sacrifice they made expecting no recognition at all.
People say wait, give things a chance. Take a limb and scratch it. Look for green. If there’s even a trace of green, there’s hope for recovery.
What is the single rose we can take from that pile of a year? As hopeful as it may be, it’s not the vaccine.
What makes weddings cool has nothing to do with hundreds of people in church or a few in a cabin. It has to do with two people agreeing to share the trail, with all its ups and downs, and to get wherever they’re going together.
It was the last Christmas all three sons would share with our parents, although none of us knew that at the time, and the last Christmas I would be single, and I guarantee neither Nora nor I knew that at the time.
The book, a collection of his columns and mine, is titled “In A Colorful Place,” and it will be published next month. Good stories are worth retelling and we’ve picked some we think are good enough to share again with you. As always, you’ll be the judge.
The United States Postal Service will deliver the mail in spite of rain, sleet, snow, gloom of night and political pressure. Believe it.
"We stand at a crossroads in November. The answer is not the road to the far left or to the far right. The answer is right there in the middle, where we can see all directions and best determine the way forward, where we can safely and respectfully return after going our separate ways."
Presenting the Tasteful List 2020 — my tenth annual alphabetical presentation of local favorites, from A/M breakfast to waffles.
There will be a vaccine for COVID-19. In the meantime, we will continue to suffer from chronic, fatal stupidity.
A funky triangle bounded by Park, Lamar and Airways would be the first shopping center where things would start to change, where black and white Memphis would mix and mingle, where Memphis would start to look like Memphis.
Much as I miss you, Memphis, I don’t want to see you up close for a while yet. And I’m going to keep finding ways to spend time without most of you so that I can see a lot more of you later.
You keep me going. Even the reader who called a recent column “a load of horsehockey,” and all those who’ve been more direct.
When you’re on camera, your background and work area are visible. Don’t make them the star of the show. For instance, a home bar in the background or a TV screen on a freeze frame of "Game Of Thrones" reruns.
A University of Tennessee fraternity brother invited me to lunch the other day, he said, to share my experience writing a column with his son. Instead, he turned to me and opened with, “Tell him the toilet seat story.”
We contain multitudes.
A tribute to one of the great guys: The ones who knew you – not just your political beliefs or your fandom or your kids’ names or your tells in a poker game – you.
My family has been visited by death, near death and deadly threat, by deceit and heartbreak, ... But we’ve also been visited by each other, by shared experience and gained appreciation, by children and grandchildren, by a lot of friends and a lot of delightful silliness.
A conversation on a library loading dock between two Memphians inspires thoughts on the 'different cities in the same city.'
A Memphian’s ninth annual list of his favorite local dishes.
We are just a president’s cruel tweet away from Baltimore, a look in the mirror at a majority-minority city reclaiming its historic buildings, its downtown swimming in development and promise while the city struggles with how to share that promise with so many drowning in poverty.
Nostalgia can be fun and comforting. It can’t be a destination. Don’t long to go where you can’t go, long to make where you’re going better.