Author Archives: Marshall Ramsey

Christmas shows and movies that should never be remade

The Grinch Who Stole Christmas (my proof — love the cartoon, hate the movie). Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer (TV Show) Frosty the Snowman  It’s A Wonderful Life Charlie Brown Christmas  A Christmas Story Christmas Vacation Elf Santa Claus is … Continue reading

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Looking for Christmas

I went looking for Christmas yesterday. In all the hustle and bustle, stress, change and challenges, I haven’t been able to find it this year. So I went on a quest to find it. I didn’t find it at the … Continue reading

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Letters to Santa

Dear Santa, You remember me. I was the kid who looked like Ralphie from The Christmas Story. I was a good kid — I had a few quirks, but who didn’t in the 1970’s. Yeah, yeah, that’s me. The one … Continue reading

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The Spirit of a Dog

It has been a couple of years since ol’ Banjo died but his spirit lives on. It lives when I get a note from a parent telling me how much their child loves my book Banjo’s Dream. It lives when … Continue reading

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In reaction to yesterday’s news….

I don’t know about you, but yesterday’s headlines punched me in the gut.  I can’t remember a more depressing day — well, I can. 9/11 was horrible.  But this is the Christmas season. We should be feeling “joy to the … Continue reading

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Rusty Randolph’s Greatest Christmas Gift Ever

“You look handsome.” Rusty Randolph’s mother used spit to try to tame his cowlick. The seven-year-old’s wild blonde hair shot toward the cold, night sky. “C’mon MOM!” Rusty protested. It was really more than having spit used as hair product … Continue reading

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MRBA Free-For-All

Here’s a new one so you don’t have to go digging for it. And happy birthday Cardinal Lady!

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The Power T and what it means to me.

My son and I sat in Neyland Stadium as the game began. The University of Tennessee’s band marched on the field and formed a giant T. The football team then ran through it as the crowd erupted into cheers. It’s … Continue reading

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My most important job

I have a lot of jobs. I draw pictures. I speechify. I blab on the radio. But the hardest job I have — and the most important, is that of a dad. Why a dad, you ask? Because my legacy … Continue reading

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The V-2 Venison Meat Missile

I don’t know if his doe wife left him or if he lost his job at the deer factory, but the buck was obviously suicidal. He stood on the edge of Highway 30, cloaked in darkness and fog. He saw … Continue reading

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