Category Archives: Writing

Right after takeoff from Houston’s Hobby International Airport, the airliner banked hard and turned toward home.  My nose was pressed against the window, looking straight down at the ground. I watched as the plane chased its shadow across the city … Continue reading →

Nearly twenty years after he had uttered the words “I do,” the middle-aged man sat awake in his bed staring at the person who had echoed those fateful words.  She was bundled up in her blanket, almost in the fetal … Continue reading →

In the dimly lit bar were dozens of people trying to numb their lives one drink at a time.  In the corner sat a pale man with a yellowed list.  He wasn’t drinking. He was watching.  The man sat in … Continue reading →

It was early Wednesday morning and a husband and wife were getting ready for work. Both stood in their master bathroom, sleepy from far to few hours of sleep.  The wife wearing a towel, looked in her vanity mirror and … Continue reading →

The caterpillar sat on twig looking down at the ground. He was afraid of heights.  Just plain terrified of them.  No, he wasn’t terrified of heights. He was terrified of falling from heights.  He gripped the stick as tightly has … Continue reading →

The old dog lay on the couch, with his head on the young boy’s lap. Every dog needed a boy. The old dog dreamed of the day when he could see clearly. When he could run without wheezing. He dreamed … Continue reading →

Meridian to Jackson takes a little over an hour and fifteen minutes by car. It’s a long journey by interstate with plenty of trucks, trees and and an occasional deer.  On a jet, it only takes about fifteen minutes.  The … Continue reading →

Out of the darkest moments come the brightest ideas.