Category Archives: Writing

The office Holiday party had ended and the pity party had begun. Charlie Turner sat in the high-rise office building, sulking. Everyone else had gotten Christmas Eve afternoon off. But not Charlie. Oh no. The mountain of paper on his … Continue reading →

The festive lights of Canton, Mississippi’s square burned through the gloom of the falling mist.  It was late Christmas Eve and most of the residents had gone to bed. They hoped for a visit from the North Pole’s most famous … Continue reading →

Franklin Scrooge sat in his corner office. The New York skyline came alive as night fell. Twinkling lights set against the canvas of dark buildings painted on an orange sunset. It was Christmas Eve evening, and he was working overtime. … Continue reading →

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 →