Fred First's Writings
This piece is found in Fred's new book, What We Hold In Our Hands: a Slow Road Reader, coming May 09
This odd piece is obviously different from the rest of the pieces in the book, written in a rare writers’ workshop early in Fred's short writing life. It's fun to read before audiences using my native Alabama schoolboy delivery--a diction and twang since appropriated by Forest Gump. I like my accordion. It's new and smells like new shoes. My momma let me get the...
In What We Hold In Our Hands: a Slow Road Reader, by Fred First, May 2009
“I wouldn’t step foot in that pasture again ‘til there’s snow on the ground if I were you” a concerned Floyd County neighbor told me recently. With the coming of warm weather “snakes hide in that tall grass. You’d better be careful!” I could tell that fear and loathing of those creatures would make her an unsympathetic listener to my old snake stories. It seemed...
With first at MS in Biology and 12 years in the classroom followed by second MS in Physical Therapy and a dozen years in the clinic, Fred First began writing to a weblog, Fragments from Floyd, in 2002 in a temporary sabbitical from what he did for a living to...