Category Archives: Writing

Deep in the Mississippi Delta off of Highway 61, a naked swirl lightbulb lit a lone hotel room.  Thick curtains kept prying eyes out. And anyone who did happen to see inside would’ve been instantly zapped to the other side … Continue reading →

Yesterday, I had the joy of having Dave Ramsey on my radio show.  Most of you know that he’s my first cousin.  I’m eight years younger than he is — so when we were growing up, I was the little … Continue reading →

The University of Tennessee’s student center was old when I went to school there. And I’m old.  Soon, it will be torn down and replaced with a new one that is bigger and better. I love the old UT student … Continue reading →

Fall’s cool breath blew across the mighty oak. Its colorful leaves now covered the Hill’s sacred ground with a warm, brown blanket.  Jimmy Barnfield listened as his steps crunched toward the oak.  Thomas Wolfe said you can’t go home again. … Continue reading →

Fall greeted all five of the man’s senses. The air was (finally) cool to the touch. He could taste the sweet apples from the local orchard. He could hear the crunch of the fallen leaves under his feet. He could … Continue reading →

She had a picture of the Grand Canyon hanging over her desk.   It was huge, taking up most of her office wall. On a table beneath it were pictures of her family and a few other photos from her … Continue reading →

Where the fog met his self-doubt, there was a counterclockwise swirl of hopelessness and gloom. He sat in his empty office building, looking out at the gray world.  Papers were strewn everywhere on his desk; it had the air of … Continue reading →