Category Archives: Writing

*Really. I believe in you. So if you ever have a day when you think, “no one believes in me!” it’s not true.  I do.  Promise. You’re probably thinking, “But you don’t know me that well,” or even, “You don’t … Continue reading →

The dark brown swirling waters of the Mississippi River meant that he was almost home. It had been another milk run taking duck hunters to the South Arkansas Delta. Cole Drake adjusted the plane’s trim, pulled back on the throttle … Continue reading →

The early frost had killed much of the garden. Plants and weeds lay wilted and brown on the soil.  Judith diligently pulled up the dead stalks and vines and placed them in the red wheelbarrow. The low fall sun slipped … Continue reading →

Short stories from this week for your reading pleasure: Jack: It’s Jack the dog’s finest moment as a watchdog. I believe in you*: You can do something amazing. I know it. The Helpers: A man, a farty dog and a … Continue reading →

Wood floors. Wood walls. Wood ceiling. And a giant wood desk. The older man sat in a study that would be the dream of any termite.  He quietly wrote into a leather black book with a fairly expensive ink pen. … Continue reading →

The rising sun gently kissed the sleeping land on the cheek.  As it stirred, the sky pulled back the deep purple blankets revealing a frosty fall morning.  A new day had begun for a small town in a small state. … Continue reading →

11:35 a.m. In a small southern city, two young professionals walked out of their respective office towers at precisely the same time.  The man, an engineer, headed toward the south to Ralph’s Downtown Deli for his usual lunch.  The woman, … Continue reading →

The cold front had brought the ducks in and blown the mosquitoes out. It was the best time of year in the small Mississippi town.  The old friends sat on the front porch and watched the sun dip beneath the … Continue reading →

The debit card’s stripe was hot.  Lola had run her plastic through so many machines that day that she swore she smelled the smell of it melting. It was Black Friday and she was trying to single-handedly fix the U.S. Economy. … Continue reading →