My work: From the heart

My work: From the heart

As much as I enjoy giving public officials hell, the work that gets the best reader response might be when I write about the things closest to me.

When each of my children were born, I used the privilege of my post to write each of them an open letter of things I hope they'll remember. When Alabama doctors threatened doulas' access to their clients, I wrote a column ostensibly about that (but really about the bravery of my wife in childbirth). When Ruth Bader Ginsburg died, I shared how she had helped a scared little boy and his widowed father without either of us realizing it until decades later. And when a crusty old barkeep died, I shared what would end up being the first draft of his eulogy.

These are the things I'll remember long after the crooks and con artists have faded from my memory.

You are here: A letter to my son, who’s new
This universe is complicated and getting more so every day, but the meaning of life is fairly simple, I think.
Whitmire: A letter to my daughter, who’s new
The world seems not so much brighter than where you’ve just been. Here’s what we do about that.
Whitmire: Doulas are the good guys, y’all
I’ve seen the good doulas can do, and we need more of that, not less.
I’m a straight middle-aged white man. I didn’t know I owed RBG, too.
Inequality doesn’t hurt only those it deliberately oppresses.
Hardheaded and softhearted, Garage Cafe proprietor Jimmy Watson made a mark on Birmingham
Watson died Wednesday of injuries from a Friday car wreck north of Montgomery.

More about me: My life, work and Alabamafication

My life, work & Alabamafication
An Alabama native, I’ve spent the last 20 years covering political culture in my home state and the South. As a columnist for AL.com, I write about character, corruption, cruelty and hypocrisy while also searching for those righteous folks who stubbornly stick to their principles and make their state