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A Border Terrier Christmas

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Team Leach 🏴‍☠️

This morning, as far as I know, Mike Leach is in a hospital room battling for his life. The situation has been described as serious and dire — a fourth-and-long situation. What I know for sure is that he faces … Continue reading

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Mississippi

This is part of a month-long series of things I’m grateful for. So far, it has been my wife, my kids and my job. Today, it is the place that has helped shape me. When I got the call about … Continue reading

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Action by action

“You have to assemble your life yourself, action by action.” – Marcus Aurelius I had a dream the other night that I was back in college. I was in the same dorm and even had the same freshman roommate. But this … Continue reading

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Paradise on a Cold, Cloudy Day

The Florida Panhandle has some of the most beautiful beaches in the world. Its white sand makes the water a beautiful, translucent green color. It’s a place that pops off of postcards. Last weekend, the weather was definitely not from … Continue reading

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SNJ (T-6 Texan)

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One person can change your world.

One person can totally change your life and give you everything. Continue reading

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Trying to Reason with Tornado Season

My hatred of tornadoes developed at a very early age. Atlanta’s weather pattern in the early 1970’s was particularly sucky (pun intended). On March 24, 1975, an EF-3 tornado hit Georgia’s governor’s mansion. One went over our house, too, ripping … Continue reading

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The Finest Gift: A Christmas Story

“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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