Category Archives: Writing

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.

Watched the Republican debate last night. I listened to the President talk about his Jobs Bill. Much talk is coming from D.C. about fixing the economy. I’m sure eventually a solution will come from Washington. Eventually But I’m not waiting … Continue reading →

There was no rush-hour in the Town.  It had a rush-ten minutes. Automatic opening doors opened slower. People from the City were forever walking into them.  People just walked slower in the Town. They talked slower, too.  The heat must … Continue reading →

The lady walked into the bathroom and looked around.  It looked like something you’d find in a third-rate truck stop. And smelled worse. Even flies gagged when they entered it. But over in the corner was an air freshener.  It … Continue reading →

The computer’s screen was as blank as his brain.  He sighed. Writer’s block was the official name for what he was suffering.  A pain in the butt was what he called it. The writer slammed his fist against his desk … Continue reading →

Epiphanies are cerebral lightning strikes.  They’re ideas that flash out of the blue and change lives by lighting fires underneath souls. His epiphany occurred during an unexpected moment — while watching a football game.  It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon … Continue reading →