Drew Bratcher

The first time I saw Nashville, Robert Altman’s 1975 film about my hometown, I was in my early thirties. After a decade spent living in midwestern college towns and East Coast cities, I had returned to Middle Tennessee for the summer, and I was struck, dumbfounded really, by what I found. … Continue Reading

Sometimes at night when I shut my eyes, and sometimes, for that matter, when I cinch them in prayer, what flashes up on the walls of my mind is a series of three images. Like the dinosaur slides my daughter switches in and out of the View-Master, which, no matter how familiar, retain a capacity for … Continue Reading