Category Archives: Writing

December 2005 My skin burned as the needle slid into my arm. I was getting a Tetanus shot in the Camp Coast Care medical tent near the Mississippi Gulf Coast. Camp Coast Care was a joint effort by the Episcopal … Continue reading →

I stood on the Western edge of the Reservoir this morning, watching the sun begin to illuminate the Eastern sky. Small, dark gray clouds floated over the Northern horizon like lint. The water actually looked blue and a slight breeze … Continue reading →

While heading back to Central Time last weekend, I stopped by my best friend Randy’s house. Randy and I have known each other since high school (we actually played football against each other.) Thanks to girlfriends who knew each other … Continue reading →

SHORT STORY: The Hunter A dark gray WC-130J Hercules roared from Biloxi’s Keesler Air Force Base into the cobalt blue sky. The Hurricane Hunters were on yet another mission — a hurricane had entered the Gulf of Mexico. Sphincters were … Continue reading →

The knight sat on the ground, burned and battered. His armor and ego were dented. The dragon had kicked his butt again. A singed glove felt around for his sword. It, too, was broken. He was having an absolutely crappy … Continue reading →

A few weeks back, I ate at a nice restaurant. My server was kind, but not terribly attentive. I’d say on a one to 10 scale, she was probably a six (and I cut servers a lot of slack — … Continue reading →

Central Time The traveler from afar stood by his car, wearing black in a field of stone. He put a scoop of dirt in a jar with tape on a lid labeled, “home.” The ink on the tape smeared on … Continue reading →

Snap. Crackle. Pop. Arthritic knees creaked as the old man climbed onto the wing. This had been so much easier 70 years ago, he thought, as he carefully slid into the open cockpit of the P-51D Mustang fighter plane. Air … Continue reading →

Pride. Passion. Purpose. Petal School District’s superintendent Dr. Matt Dillion introduced the district’s new theme to his staff during their opening meeting Monday morning. Then I got up and spoke. There’s something I about a new school year that I … Continue reading →

Captain Warr looked up at the bottle on the shelf and then out a the Mississippi Sound. Both contained liquids that were brown. And both were killers. Liquor had nearly killed Captain Warr. The Mississippi Sound had murdered his wife. … Continue reading →