Tom Dinard
Tom Dinard lives, writes and occasionally relieves himself in the woods of the Pacific Northwest.
His piece about fathers, sons, and racetracks, The Finish Line, was named "Notable" in the Best American Sports Writing of 2011.
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Tom's Past Work
I saw him in Los Angeles one day. He was just another older guy with thinning hair and an awesome gray ZZ Top-style beard. If you didn’t know who he was, you might surmise that he [...]
25 Feb 2013
“This is a brand-new song. This is a premiere, I guess. I’d like to dedicate this to Christiano’s Restaurant. This is called, uh, ‘Scenes From an Italian Restaurant.’” These words[...]
04 Feb 2013
In a new series exclusive to FlipCollective.com, noted music historian Tom Dinard uncovers, through hours of interviews with the artist, the meaning of the oft-misunderstood prose [...]
14 Jan 2013
The car climbed up the road as the mist began to billow around us. There’s peace here in the Highlands, I thought, punching the gas pedal to get to the green arrow in time. This is[...]
24 Oct 2012
The following is an excerpt from Tom Dinard’s piece for Cartel III (Fall, 2012), which can be purchased for $2.99 as an Amazon Kindle e-book or as a PDF. *** I don’t know wha[...]
I’m a marathoner and I’m better than you, Live my whole life for 26.2. Gonna rationalize, mythologize, Anything to look good in your eyes. It’s not about sanity, Only[...]
24 Sep 2012
You’re seated alongside your ex-college-swimmer honey, the one with the perfect body, even if a wayward hair or two might sprout from those rosy, jutting nipples. The strains of “H[...]
04 Sep 2012
I was driving alone for the first time in a while, about to head east on I-90. I thought about where I might end up if I lit out that way and kept going, leaving everything behind.[...]
19 Aug 2012
I You’re at a really cool party at a friend’s house for the Opening Ceremony of the London Olympics. It’s a gorgeous summer day in the Pacific Northwest, the sun is going down, you[...]
The following is an excerpt from Tom Dinard’s piece for the Summer, 2012 issue of Cartel, the FlipCollective e-magazine. … It’s a predictable day for San Francisco’s Lo[...]
29 Jul 2012
As far as post-mortems go, this one’s a little late, but figure that it probably takes four weeks for the mud on that Tennessee farm to dry out, or, at the very least, to separate [...]
10 Jul 2012
I hadn’t seen Jack since Thursday’s cold needle rain, sprinting down the mud path, Strodes Ridge a brief memory, but there he was, huffing up the ladder, smiling Newcastle Ale, rea[...]