Author Archives: Marshall Ramsey

This is the last week of the 12-week Paul Lacoste Bootcamp. I work out on the Madison Central football field from 5 until 6 each morning — it’s an intense workout. And I’m easily in the best shape of my … Continue reading →

Mississippi produces some of America’s most creative artists. So I wondered, “What if we could pack my radio studio with a stand-up comedian, an editorial cartoonist, a musician and two authors and get them to talk about their creative process?” … Continue reading →

“I want to do Paul Lacoste training with you.” My then 14-year-old son had seen me working out and wanted to try it, too. I have to admit, I was a little wary. I had done the bootcamp eight times … Continue reading →

I look back at the past five years and honestly believe that everything bad that happened was placed in front of my path to make me better. I’ve faced challenges that have made me question my talent, my abilities, my … Continue reading →

I was temporarily stuck in traffic this morning and I decided to look around at the people surrounding me. There was a balding man, probably my age, driving an older four-door sedan. He had a worried look on his face … Continue reading →

On a old porch, a small boy sat with his mother. Lightning flickered on the horizon off toward the Yazoo River. The boy, frightened, asked his mother if they’d be safe from the storm. “It’s just heat lightning,” she said. … Continue reading →

In a way, I wish my dream had been to become a doctor or an accountant. Both are noble and require a mind-numbing amount of work to achieve. But I couldn’t do anything that easy. I had to chase after … Continue reading →

It was a typical lazy Wednesday in Destin. The hot, subtropical sun beat down on the dock, causing a bead of sweat to trickle down the old Marine’s nose. It was noon, and the Lizard once again sat in his … Continue reading →

Somewhere near Destin, Florida sits an old man who paints heaven after living through hell. They call him the Lizard. Every day, he rolls his wheelchair down the dock and every day, he quietly paints as he soaks up the … Continue reading →