Category Archives: Writing

Had a guy in a Nissan SUV riding my bumper this morning on my commute. I started to get mad — but I learned a long time ago not to allow the person behind you dictate your driving. So I … Continue reading →

I watched American Sniper and walked out of the theater (which was full) like everyone else: Quietly. As I headed to the car, I tried to gather my thoughts and process what I had seen. For the past 14 years, … Continue reading →

The late winter sun peaked over the trees, bathing the cold land with a warm, golden glow. The ancient Appalachian mountains loomed like sentinels, guarding a small family farm. Below them, an old gray mule struggled to keep his footing … Continue reading →

First there was the sound of gravel under the tires and then the car’s engine stopped. The little boy repositioned himself in the back seat after being thrust forward from the sudden stop. His grandfather, who had his arm around … Continue reading →

A little bigger than a cigar box, the wooden box sports a design lovingly burned onto it by a long-gone relative. Inside are souvenirs from a life well-lived. There is a well-worn pocket knife, a father’s gift on a sixth … Continue reading →

Listened to the governor’s State of the State speech last night until I had to break away for pork chops (seems appropriate).  Was thinking about what I’d say if I had that podium.  I’d be like him and express my … Continue reading →

5:30 a.m. Good morning. I’m writing this after having a two-day father/son bonding experience called “a stomach virus.” My poor boy got it worse than I did, but I didn’t want to eat for two days. This after coming back … Continue reading →