Author Archives: Marshall Ramsey

An Interview with Grandma

Studio lights burn bright. In one chair, a middle-aged man sits and in the other chair is what appears to be a ghost of an older woman. She has a slight glow. Cameras roll. The interviewer begins the intro: “Good … Continue reading

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Rising forces of nature

Within walking distance from where I am sitting, there are homes underwater. The Pearl River is near its third-highest crest, resulting in areas seeing water that haven’t seen it in over a quarter of a century.  This is not just … Continue reading

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In pursuit of the Good. 3/17/2020

I have a little Bible app and every morning, I write down the daily passage and reflect on it in a little notebook I have. It’s usually a page or two. This morning’s was Galatians 6:9 — “So let’s not … Continue reading

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The day I started hating the sound of rain

The day I started hating the sound of rain was October 15, 1994. That’s the day that remnants of a Pacific hurricane parked itself over the Houston, Texas metro area. The sky opened up and dumped 25 inches on Conroe, … Continue reading

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Feed your dog

Sometimes you can work your ass off and its not enough. I know, it’s frustrating right? You crawl home and don’t even have the energy to clean the kitchen. Even the dog wonders if she is going to get dinner. … Continue reading

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Time to Walk the Dog

I went to the bank a couple of days ago. The teller knew me right away and began to speak. She introduced herself as the sister of a former coworker of mine from the old days at The Clarion-Ledger. So, … Continue reading

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A Conversation With Fear

I had a conversation with Fear this morning. Fear is not a good listener — it tries to dominate every conversation. Actually it’s extremely rude. As we sat in the dark, it spewed its syrupy bile upon my doubting soul. … Continue reading

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The Voice of Reason

I wake up before the alarm clock every single morning. Even on weekends, when I don’t set an alarm, I still wake up early. Most of the time it is either Mother Nature or Pip who wakes me up but … Continue reading

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Things We Learned from Our Coach.

I texted my longtime-friend Joey (who I have known since 5-year-old kindergarten). We played football together at Marietta, Georgia’s Sprayberry High School in the mid 1980’s. He was a linebacker and a team leader. I was a defensive end and … Continue reading

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The Holy Grail

My brain doesn’t work as well as it used to. It might be because of age or because of head wounds but I have developed a bad habit of forgetting things. When your father had dementia, that is scary but … Continue reading

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