Category Archives: Writing

Dreams that occur when your eyes are open are sometimes the hardest to grasp. He kicked the dry Delta dirt with his boot. The resulting cloud of dust floated across the field of soybeans.  A rag from his pocket wiped … Continue reading →

The morning’s cool, crisp air was a finisher’s medal.  It had been a long, hot summer  — and it had seemed more like a marathon than a season.  Waking up to a taste of fall was a reward.  A gift … Continue reading →

For the past six years, I’ve been inspired by my friends on the Coast. They are proof that when things get bad, we get good.

He had watched the Spanish explorers sail by. The French and the English and their great ships, too.  He had also seen soldiers and pirates.  All had rested under his and his father’s great branches.  There were sunny days. And … Continue reading →

Every tropical system kills in its own unique way. So far, Irene’s specialty was inland flooding.  And hysteria.  Irene was a Cat. 1 hurricane with Cat. 5 hype. He knew several of the cable news network anchors had to be having … Continue reading →

Fog coming off the river crept over the hill like a cat stalking its prey.  It was early morning.  And the only sounds she could hear were her footsteps and breath.  She cherished her early morning runs on the river’s … Continue reading →

Something happened to him when he was one. But no one knew quite what. It took him years to learn to talk. He had the words bouncing around in his brain — he just couldn’t couldn’t get them out.  It … Continue reading →

This is based on a conversation I just had with an Ambassador for Downtown Partners. She was great. Not totally sure I’m the guy having the pity party but I can tell you this, she did inspire me to come … Continue reading →

The 1973 Chevrolet Impala station wagon’s passenger door closed with a loud thunk. A little girl in pigtails ran around the front of the car and hugged her father.  They were going on a hike. A father/daughter hike.  All the … Continue reading →

Lightning bounced off the clouds in the western sky.  Her parents used to tell her it was “heat lightning.” She knew better. It was a coming storm. And a bad one. She secured the livestock and headed toward the house. … Continue reading →