Ray B. Rogers

Author of Depression Baby and more!

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“Up From Hanging Dog” Now In Paperback!

If you were wondering where we’ve been for a couple of weeks…we were getting this baby out! Of course Up From Hanging Dog has been available on Kindle, but I’ve been getting a lot of inquiries about when it would be available in a more traditional format.

Well, here it is… 🙂

CLICK HERE (or the link below) to get Up From Hanging Dog in Paperback, and you can be reading it in as little as two days. Thanks again so much for reading, and listening to the podcast and audiobook, and for all of your support.
 YOU make it possible for me to keep telling these stories from the mountains. 

Sincerely, 

Ray 

The Fighting Gamecock

Never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d be writing about such a scenario, such a brazen attack on my person.

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Dear Dad

Dear Dad, I know that you were born on February 24, 1900 and I apologize for being a couple of days late in writing this. You taught me to always be prompt and many other important things and I love you for it.

You were always kind and gentle with me, like the time that I was being a difficult three year old who didn’t want (more…)

Happy Birthday, Miss Sassy!

Lo and behold, on January 16, 1931, a child was born down in Winston County, Mississippi. She was named Lucy Bradford and she became the apple of her Daddy’s eye. Yes, a Daddy’s girl.

Lucy was born on what is now the Noxubee Wildlife Refuge, which was not (more…)

Over to Hotlanta Again

Bradford invited me up to Atlanta to jointly work on my next book. As most of you may know, Bradford is my editor-in-chief as well as my publisher.

When I left Starkville, I was still happy with the Mississippi State Bulldogs and the whupping they had put on Louisiana Tech the night before. I can still hear them cowbells ringing.

The sun was shining and I knew that I could outrun the front that was moving in. (more…)

Am I Next?

The year was 1985. The year that I turned 56…on August 16th, the day that Elvis Presley died. As the news came to me about my friends, I kept wondering…am I next? I was not obsessed or paranoid, but the thought came to me several times during that fateful year.

We lived in Jupiter. I won’t repeat the joke (more…)

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