Category Archives: Writing

First Quarter: The father led his son by the hand. When they emerged from the dark tunnel into the vast football stadium, the little boy stopped in awe. A sea of humanity, dressed in bright colors roared in unison as … Continue reading →

He flew through the air over 100 feet and landed in a nurse’s yard. He saves lives. Sorry Clark Kent, Dewayne Morgan is Superman. His story begins like this: Morgan was riding his motorcycle around 3 p.m near Booneville, Miss. … Continue reading →

She sailed on the sea of anger for over a year. Churning waves tossed her vessel around, tearing at its hull and mast.  The very sails that would have saved her were tattered.  Those she loved were tossed around: The … Continue reading →

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 →