Hey—I’m Eric Glover.

Memoirist. Mischief maker. Real Chat Rat.

I grew up barefoot and bulletproof in Picher, Oklahoma—a mining town that got condemned, bulldozed, and erased from the map. But I’m still here. Still standing. Still writing.

I tell true stories from a place that doesn’t exist anymore. Stories filled with BB guns and busted bikes, chat dust and church pews, grandfathers who could build anything, and brothers who dared everything.

Some scars fade. Some stories don’t.

My memoir, Barefoot and Bulletproof: The Dirty Little Glover Boys, is a love letter to memory, mischief, and the people who shaped me. It’s also a way of fighting back—against dementia, against forgetting, against the silence that tries to settle in when the town is gone and the voices go quiet.

So I write. To remember. To laugh. And to rage against the dying of the light.

If you grew up wild, weird, or wide-eyed—this is your kind of place. Welcome to the Chronicles.