Category Archives: Writing

I was temporarily stuck in traffic this morning and I decided to look around at the people surrounding me. There was a balding man, probably my age, driving an older four-door sedan. He had a worried look on his face … Continue reading →

On a old porch, a small boy sat with his mother. Lightning flickered on the horizon off toward the Yazoo River. The boy, frightened, asked his mother if they’d be safe from the storm. “It’s just heat lightning,” she said. … Continue reading →

In a way, I wish my dream had been to become a doctor or an accountant. Both are noble and require a mind-numbing amount of work to achieve. But I couldn’t do anything that easy. I had to chase after … Continue reading →

It was a typical lazy Wednesday in Destin. The hot, subtropical sun beat down on the dock, causing a bead of sweat to trickle down the old Marine’s nose. It was noon, and the Lizard once again sat in his … Continue reading →

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 →