Category Archives: Writing

Fatigue is a blurry lens that makes dreams seem farther away.

The tourists had left for the night. The sun had gone down. And the Lincoln Memorial sat bathed in brilliant white flood lights.  On its steps sat two familiar figures.  A homeless man walking by looked at the crumpled Dollar … Continue reading →

The patrol car sat idling with its headlights stabbing at the inky blackness. “Car 2, this is dispatch.  Car 2, I repeat, this is dispatch.” “Roger dispatch, this is Deputy Davis. What’re my orders?” “Continue to monitor the situation.” the … Continue reading →

Dr. Mary Currier, Mississippi’s excellent State Health Officer was on my radio show yesterday afternoon to chew the fat.  Or at least talk about it.  You see, Mississippi is the fattest state in the nation.  A title we’ve held for … Continue reading →

The Confederate solider statue looked out at the Southern city and just stood there.  He always just stood there. He saw the tornado hit in 1893.  He saw Yellow Fever kill indiscriminately the next year.  He saw the fire of … Continue reading →

Like the first wave of a bloody invasion, the thunderstorm’s first rain drops were mowed down by the late-July heat.  Each giant drop hit the earth and instantly turned to steam.  The following drops, though, overwhelmed the heat’s defenses.  The … Continue reading →

Before there were pink ribbons, Susan B. Komen events, “Save the Ta-Ta’s” t-shirts and breast cancer support groups, there was Betty Ford.  At time when breast cancer survivors were forced to suffer in silence, she announced to the world she … Continue reading →

As I was flipping through the pages of an old book, I came across a scrap of paper.  It was worn and kind of yellowed.  I unfolded it and read the words printed on it :  “Clean the catsup off … Continue reading →

Squirrels feared him.  And so they should have. He was a terrier. A mighty Border Terrier.  His bark was equal to his bite. That summer evening, he sat on the back porch waiting.  Waiting. Waiting for the exact right moment. Waiting. … Continue reading →