Category Archives: Writing

Grandpa had said the house had survived Camille. But Grandpa wasn’t here fighting for his life — He was safely in his grave. Caught in the middle of Hurricane Katrina, Linda Grambling was trying desperately to avoid hers. Katrina’s storm … Continue reading →

The oaks reached to the sky yet at the same time knelt down and touched the sea. Robert St. John and I pulled into Pass Christian that evening for a book signing. The humidity was like syrup. Lights twinkled and … Continue reading →

I will never get into the who had it worse conversation between New Orleans and the Gulf Coast. Both got the crap kicked out of them. Both were ignored by the Federal response that was chaotic at best. Everyone suffered. … Continue reading →

Dear residents of the Mississippi Gulf Coast, This is an open letter to you to just say how much I respect you. Your resiliency has lifted me so many times when I was having personal tough times. Life knocked you … Continue reading →

Dear Mr. President, I read yesterday where you’re attending a Katrina remembrance in New Orleans. I’m glad you’ll be there for the folks in New Orleans. No doubt they have suffered and I know they’ll find comfort in your words … Continue reading →

I needed to order a college transcript so I ordered an extra one just so take a trip down memory lane. I cracked open the sealed envelope (apparently they take security seriously — I mean who would want to change … Continue reading →

Brown and white, the mixed-breed dog moved down the beach with a slight limp. But for an animal in the double digits of years, she had an agility about her — an almost gracefulness. The vet had tried to put … Continue reading →

“Life is what happens while you are busy making other plans.” – John Lennon That quote almost makes me forgive Lennon for his other quote: “Yoko, you are a great singer.” But seriously, yesterday was a classic example of Lennon’s … Continue reading →

Yesterday I flew through the heavens in a plane I’ve always idolized. I will admit, I was nervous when I climbed into the cockpit. What if we crash? What if I have to bail out? What if I puke? What … Continue reading →

My prayer as the engine cranked went something like this, “Dear God, please don’t let me puke in Dan’s really nice airplane.” Dan is Dan Fordice. Yes, Fordice. As in Kirk and Pat’s son. We were flying a few years … Continue reading →