Wayne Turner is a Vietnam era military veteran and Guilford College grad raised in the Jim Crow South. He writes Truths Our Bodies Remember to explore America’s truths, with help from his satirical alter ego, Wry Banter, at my wit’s end.
America, semi-quincentennial, 250, 1776, 2026
Hi everyone, I hope this post finds you well. I’m on track to send my book to a professional editor on August 20, and I’d like to share a first real glimpse of it with you. Are you ready to see some actual content from American Democracy Through
America, semi-quincentennial, 250, 1776, 2026
While traveling today, I had the rare pleasure of meeting someone who’s been with me since September 2024. Vicki was one of my earliest paid subscribers when I wrote for my wit’s end, long before Truths Our Bodies Remember had a name, let alone a start date. She
America, semi-quincentennial, 250, 1776, 2026
We sat outside near the banks of the Oconaluftee River in Cherokee, North Carolina, where water tumbled over time-smoothed stones in a steady, bucolic rhythm. The sun had nearly slipped behind the tree-covered ridgeline, spending its last golden-hued rays on the water’s surface, reflecting them upward onto our faces.
America, semi-quincentennial, 250, 1776, 2026
What would it look like to gather the seven Founding Fathers—Washington, Franklin, Hamilton, Madison, Jay, Jefferson, and Adams—into a single room at the moment the Constitution was ratified? It never happened, of course. Jefferson was in France. Adams was in Britain. But the tension between these men’s
Hi folks. Wayne Turner here. Wry Banter, my publisher, was kind enough to give me a very nice send off to explore a more serious side of my psyche. His Substack post can be found here. To say that I am grateful is a huge understatement undeserving of his support