Category Archives: Writing

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 →

As his world crumbled around him, Gary Brandon couldn’t help but notice the taste of gun oil. He sat alone in his one-room apartment twitching the .38’s trigger. One pull. That’s all it would take to end his pain. One … Continue reading →

As the University of Tennessee’s football team walks out of their locker room and onto the field, there is a sign above the door that each team member touches. It reads, “I will give my all for Tennessee today.” I … Continue reading →

The fact that its National Cancer Survivor’s Day just popped up in my Twitter feed. Honestly, it wasn’t even on my radar for some reason. I’m not speaking anywhere about surviving cancer. Nor have I made any elaborate plans. I … Continue reading →

I’m thankful I live in the era of: 1. Sneeze Guards. Let buffet food’s grossness stand on its own. 2. Air Conditioning: I bet the people in the 1800’s smelled. 3. Deodorant: See #2 4. YouTube: My wife said she’d … Continue reading →

The gray sea looked like glass to the horizon. A terrible storm had hit this coast 71 years ago. Now all that remained were  the salty tears on Lucy Gilds’ cheeks. She gingerly made her way down the path from … Continue reading →

I’ve always kind of liked Gordon Ramsay (other than he spells his name wrong.). He’s the foul-mouthed, passionate chef that pops up on TV judging contests and helping restaurants reinvent themselves. I’ve met Master Chef winner Whitney Miller and she … Continue reading →