Category Archives: Writing

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 →

Howdy! Thanks for stopping by — I think you’ll find all kinds of stuff here on this blog.  It’s the one place where I can let my mind go.  Needless to say, I hope you enjoy it.  If you look … Continue reading →

Monday’s Prayer: In this Season of Giving, remind me to give my best at all times.

Stars twinkled as the red pickup skidded into the gravel parking lot of Papa Noel’s Christmas Tree Emporium.  John McDaniel stomped the emergency brake and stepped out of the truck. He looked at the picked-over selection of trees and his … Continue reading →

Sometimes heroes are just people who handle everyday crappy things in extraordinary ways. I had hiked the Smokies with him. He was an athletic snowboarder for many years. He’s only a few months older than I am.  And last Friday, … Continue reading →

The Best Thanksgiving Ever: A young woman’s life is changed forever. Catwoman’s Thankful Thanksgiving: A lady and her 10 cats have the best T-day ever. The Kids’ Table: A Thanksgiving dream. The Day Santa Took over Thanksgiving: Why Christmas starts … Continue reading →

That I got to see another sunrise today. Thanks be to God. My lovely wife Amy — who has been nothing short of amazing this past year. My sons. All three are different. And all three make me a better … Continue reading →

Catwoman wasn’t much a conversationalist. She intensely watched a rerun of Wheel of Fortune and tried to guess the puzzle. “Mr. Winkles, what do you think it is?” Mr. Winkles, a striped tabby, simply meowed. “I don’t think it is … Continue reading →