Category Archives: Writing

Somewhere near Destin, Florida sits an old man who paints heaven after living through hell. They call him the Lizard. Every day, he rolls his wheelchair down the dock and every day, he quietly paints as he soaks up the … Continue reading →

So I’m driving on I-20 in the middle of a gaggle of cars and out of nowhere, a rubber mallet comes bouncing down the interstate. I couldn’t swerve left (I would have kissed an 18-wheeler) so I swerved right off … Continue reading →

I was sitting in the University of Tennessee’s Circle Park, reading a book on metaphors and pondering what I’d do with my life. College was almost over, real life loomed ahead of me and I had no clue what was … Continue reading →

Show up, take the beating, don’t quit and get stronger I’d like to think that this morning’s workout was a good metaphor for my life. I gasped for breath at times and felt like I was going to puke. I … Continue reading →

“The more things change, the more they are the same.” – Alphonse Karr Last week, I sat in a banquet honoring a man who had the courage to stand up for what was right. And because of that courage, a … Continue reading →

It’s 5:55 a.m. I’m not looking for life lessons — I’m trying to catch my breath. My heart rate has been highly elevated for nearly an hour and my muscles are burning. The thought of quitting dances seductively through my … Continue reading →

With Father’s Day coming up, I thought I’d jot down 10 random things I love about being a dad. 10. Watching the kids sleep. Sure, it’s the least stressful moment of parenthood, but there’s something remarkably magical about watching their … Continue reading →

My mop glided quietly across the tile floor. I had a method of hitting two rows of squares at a time, thus making my work go by quickly. I still had a couple of classrooms to mop. It was 8:30 … Continue reading →

My leap of faith began from paradise. I had a great job, amazing bosses, fantastic coworkers and I lived in San Diego, California — a city with the finest weather in the U.S. A southern voice on my answering machine … Continue reading →

Met Dan Ackroyd last night. He’s been around Jackson quite a bit lately — so meeting him is getting easier by the day. I spoke to him for a couple of minutes as the Medgar Evers Scholarship Banquet ended. Let … Continue reading →