Welcome to Chris Cox Books

--“A Couple of Bad Seeds”

 “But as much as I admired--and envied--his aptitude for taking things apart and putting them back together, I always thought Leo ought to have an advice column, or better still, a radio talk show. Homespun wisdom is his real niche. The best recipe to cure a hangover? He knows it. How to win a fight against a bigger man? He knows how. The quickest way to skin a rabbit? Check. The best method to get that special girl (who doesn't know your name) to notice that you are a man to be reckoned with? Yes, certainly, there are definite steps that must be taken. Leo knows the steps, as surely as he knows the fox trot.” ---“Leo Knows”

“I was six-years-old when I met her, but it wasn’t until I was nine or maybe even ten that I realized there would never be any other woman for me than Peggy Ann Reeves. Everywhere I looked, I found mystical promises of our future together. A fortune cookie might say, “You are about to embark on a special journey,” and I would imagine a school trip to Carowinds, riding on the activity bus, sidling up to her all cool-like with my smooth pitch and downy hair, holding hands by the time we got to Statesville, protecting her from the spray of the water-rides later on. Or I would notice how our pictures lined up in the school annual: there would be my picture, on the second row, third from the left, page twenty-eight. And then, right there on page twenty-nine, guess whose picture was on the second row, third from the right? Yes, none other than Peggy Ann Reeves. I’d close the annual, pressing our faces together in a lingering kiss, then open it to find the same contented smiles splashed on our faces, again and again.”

---“Peggy Ann Reeves”

“Dr. Love and I spent a few memorable months as roommates, renting out an apartment above a grocery store at the far end of Main Street. We dubbed our place “the Party Palace,” and the name was fitting indeed, as we had a more or less continuous party there until the landlord had finally had enough and evicted us. I will not go into the specifics of our time there; suffice to say, neither Dr. Love nor I will ever make it as Supreme Court Justices—neither one of us would stand a chance of surviving the Senate hearings. We would surely have to resort to Clintonesque semantics. “Mr. Cox, have you ever used any of these illegal substances laid on the table before you, which we will refer to as exhibits A through R?” “Senator, I’m not sure what you mean by the word ‘table.’” ---“Dr. Love”


“I actually started working on this book years ago, to the point that I had it in manuscript form and had handed it off to a trusted colleague, who gave me really encouraging and valuable feedback on it. But for a variety of reasons, I just could not see it through at the time. It just sat in my closet in one massive folder for years under a bunch of folded sweaters. I can’t really tell you why I lost my way, though I will say that my colleague was exasperated that I just didn’t seem to have the drive to see it through. It was a few more years before I finally had a strong impulse to get it back out and rework it, which I did over the winter and into the spring. I think this book has a greater emotional range than the first one—there will be some tears shed when people read it—but there is also a balance. The book has poignant moments, but I don’t think it is grim. I hope that I pumped in enough humor to make it float. It is a book I look forward to reading from when I go out on tour, which is a good sign.”

The Way We Say Goodbye

How The Way We Say Goodbye became a book: