Category Archives: Writing

Before my bootcamp friends and I started working out this morning, Paul Lacoste told a funny story about his young son asking a lady in the next bathroom stall, “What’s your name?” He then led from that into the question, … Continue reading →

We wake up, sleepwalk through our day and then brush our teeth and go to bed. We then repeat this process over and over and like a top, the hands on the clock begin to spin faster and faster. It’s … Continue reading →

Scrooge looked down in the grave, saw the fires below and asked the ominous specter, “Whose final resting place is this?” The third ghost pointed his bony finger at the tombstone which read, “Ebenezer Scrooge.” Scrooge started to protest and … Continue reading →

What am I thankful for? Thankfulness. It heals like cool aloe gel on a bad burn. It soothes and takes away life’s painful sting. It’s the power that allows you to regroup when facing ruin. It gives you traction when … Continue reading →

I don’t remember how old I was but it was around the time I had my six-year-old molars yanked. My dad and I were in the basement restoring his 1953 Ford Pickup. He was up under the hood, working on … Continue reading →

Pretty regularly, I buy an unsweetened iced tea at the Whataburger on High Street in Jackson. And very regularly, I’m greeted with an infectious smile and hello by a worker named Fannie. I don’t know much about Fannie other than … Continue reading →

Was walking across the street yesterday in Jackson, Mississippi and my right foot fell into a pothole. Trying to avoid twisting my ankle, I stepped quickly to the right — and fell toward another bigger pothole. I stumbled and fell … Continue reading →

Reacting to some bad news, my oldest son, who is wise beyond his years, said “I don’t know why life does this.” I paused for a minute, not really being able to give him a good answer because honestly, I … Continue reading →