Category Archives: Writing

The Gulf of Mexico had opened its floodgates.  Warm, moist air was blanketing the little town like warm, wet blanket.  Even the clouds moved quickly, like they sensed trouble was coming.  You could smell New Orleans — and the town … Continue reading →

Leap Day #1: Two babies lay in the same nursery only three cribs apart. One was a boy and the other was a girl. No one could have predicted the amazing life they’d live together. Leap Day #2: Two toddler … Continue reading →

The early evening Mississippi August air was as thick as syrupy sweet tea. The couple sat silently on the front porch, praying for a slight breeze to blow through the oaks.  But no breeze was to be found.  The old … Continue reading →

Every night for 70 years, the cabbie found himself in the same cab. When darkness came, he ferried the souls of a dead to their final destination. It was his damnation; his punishment for a past sin. Like Moses, he … Continue reading →

“I think when you become a parent you go from being a star in the movie of your own life to the supporting player in the movie of someone else’s.” ― Craig Ferguson, American on Purpose: The Improbable Adventures of an Unlikely … Continue reading →

“It’s seemed like yesterday, but it was long ago. Jane was lovely she was the queen of my nights. There in the darkness with the radio playing low…” The familiar song blasted out from his iPod’s tiny white headphone speakers. … Continue reading →

I like Self-Help books. I’ve read a bunch of them.  And you want to know how many of them have changed my life? Zero. Not because they’re bad books. Some of them are full of brilliant advice.  No, they haven’t … Continue reading →

The ground was littered with beads, cups and other assorted colorful debris from the night before. The good times had rolled. Now it all had to be cleaned up. It was Ash Wednesday, the beginning of Lent. The party was … Continue reading →

The brown dog stared at his master.  It wasn’t just because the man was eating but also because the man was so incredibly dense. How could a creature who was supposed to be so “evolved” miss the point of life? … Continue reading →

The old, rusty Honda station wagon crossed the bridge and pulled into the Welcome Center parking lot.  When it had traveled over the big muddy river, he knew he was home. Home. A place where he hadn’t been in over … Continue reading →