Category Archives: Writing

The airport was crowded with Christmas Eve travelers. Each was desperately trying to beat Santa (and the weather) to destinations all across the country.  The mother unbuckled her four-year-old little girl from her carseat and carried her across the airport’s … Continue reading →

The two of them had entered the woods that cold Fall morning.  Only one came out. While the Sheriff said it was an accident, Jack was having no part of it.  Jack McArthur’s son Joey had died that day.  And … Continue reading →

Somewhere north of Kosciusko, Mississippi along the Natchez Trace Parkway, two deer grazed in a frosty, moonlit field.  The smaller of the two bucks lifted his head and said, “Bubba John, you ever wanted to be something more than you … Continue reading →

St. John’s Church was in an old part of town.  It looked old. It felt old.  It even smelled old.  Because it was old.  The church, like the neighborhood around it, had seen better days.  It’s Rector, Father Thomas O’Neil, looked … Continue reading →

A light mist shrouded Pearl Harbor, Hawaii.  The normally bright blue water was more of a dull gray, matching the U.S. Navy ships that slipped in and out of its protected waters.  A black Lincoln Towncar slowly pulled up to … Continue reading →

Jack was old, smelly, nearly blind and arthritic. He lay on the floor in the den, bathed in the lights of the Christmas tree. Jack was 15.  White. And a dog. He had had a glorious career as a watchdog; no … Continue reading →