Category Archives: Writing

Mississippi is no stranger to tough times.  Whether man-made or natural, we’ve had our fair share of troubles.  The Civil War ripped across this land, changing it forever. Tornadoes have scarred towns all across our state.  The 1927 flood changed … Continue reading →

Dozens of travelers hustled between airport gates. A lone business traveler sat at the end of a bar and barked at his wife on a cell phone.  The bartender, trying not to eavesdrop, couldn’t help but hear every word.  The … Continue reading →

The sound of a motor awakened Stanley Wilson. He hadn’t heard a motor in at least a decade.  Then it had been low-flying plane buzzing the island. Was this a dream? It had to be a dream. But it wasn’t … Continue reading →

Because of the pain killers, the travel time between Afghanistan, Germany and Walter Reed National Medical Center seemed like it took 10 minutes. Lieutenant Frank Lowry IV dipped in and out of the fog of a narcotic consciousness. The last … Continue reading →

Built during the Great War, refurbished during the Gulf War, the college History building smelled like dank wood and hopes of a better future.  Inside one of its lecture halls was an mini-session American History class (down to seven members … Continue reading →

A great attitude is like bacon. It makes everything better.  The trick is, how do you get through at day when your attitude isn’t as good as it should be? The secret lies with those who surround you.  Mine has … Continue reading →

The Angel of Death doesn’t actually do her own killing. She hires hit men, mercenaries if you will, to do her dirty work. These are people who’ll trade a little bit of their souls for more time on this Earth. … Continue reading →

When I travel to speeches, I always chose the fastest and most direct route. That’s because I’m usually late, burning time and flying like a bat out of a Justin Bieber concert. But not this particular morning.  I was driving to … Continue reading →

Being fat, dumb and happy is a defense mechanism. It’s a wonderful coat of naive armor that protects us from life’s random and cruel nature. We think we’re invincible. And the guaranteed fact that we are going to die seems … Continue reading →