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Category Archives: Writing
Short Story: Life is a Beach
Sunnybrook Nursing Home sits upon a small hill overlooking a quaint river valley in a rural part of the state. The backside of the main red brick building, which was built in the mid 1980’s, sports a giant picture window … Continue reading
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The Miracle at St. Meridian Church
A trickle of sweat dripped down Franklin G. Spruance’s spine. The steamy summer evening felt like a warm, wet towel wrapped around his body. Mississippi’s oppressive heat was smothering in August; it was something he’d never get used to — … Continue reading
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Trying to Reason with Tornado Season
My hatred of tornadoes developed at a very early age. Atlanta’s weather pattern in the early 1970’s was particularly sucky (pun intended). On March 24, 1975, an EF-3 tornado hit Georgia’s governor’s mansion. One went over our house, too, ripping … Continue reading
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Be a good servant: Fight Fear
One of the stories I’ve told speaking is how the Parable of the Talents changed my attitude when I was a custodian. For those who don’t know that particular parable from the Book of Matthew, I’ll share a very quick … Continue reading
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The Last Mission
One of the last members of the Greatest Generation takes to the skies again. Continue reading
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$#*^ and other words of wisdom
It was the early 1970s. Dad had rescued an old red pickup truck from the woods of a golf course with the intention of restoring it. It was a 1953 Ford — which would be like us rescuing a truck … Continue reading
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The Prism
Voices in the bar dimmed to a low murmur as a man slowly drained his drink. A lone beam of sunlight penetrated the smoke, passing through the bar’s smoke and refracting into a rainbow on the wood in front of … Continue reading
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September 2, 2020 — 75 Years after the end of World War 2.
You had grown up during the Great Depression, a hellish time of economic collapse and sacrifice. You saw your parents struggle and maybe even were separated from them. All that you thought was normal wasn’t anymore. While FDR said that … Continue reading
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It Loved Me First
My head lay on a pillow a block away from where I lived most of my college career. I woke up, looked out the hotel window at The Strip, the stretch of Cumberland Avenue where most of the bars were … Continue reading
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When You Can Smell New Orleans
Many years ago, Joe White and I walked out of the employee entrance to The Clarion-Ledger. I’m not sure where we were headed, but I’d imagine it was to the Thai House for lunch. It was a spring day and … Continue reading
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