Category Archives: Writing

My best friend Randy’s mom died of cancer this week. And as you know, when you’re in someone’s home as a 16-year-old, your friend’s mom becomes your mom.  I can hear her voice and see Randy and I running into … Continue reading →

It started with a small acorn.  Maybe the acorn dropped from a bird. Or it maybe it fell and rolled down the nearby steep hill.  The warm sun and giving rains lit a spark inside of it, nourishing it as … Continue reading →

If I don’t argue with you, it doesn’t mean I can’t defend my point of view. I just don’t want to argue with you. Sometimes you hit a rock and you sink. But most of the time, it just pushes … Continue reading →

Like their great great great grandfather did 150 years before, my sons charged the hills of Vicksburg. This time it was to play. On a hot June day, Lt. J.C. Eckles was on a much deadlier mission.  He was a … Continue reading →

I’ve never said “thank you” after being stuck by a needle.  But I did last Friday. Let me tell you why. The nurse made taking my blood an event. OK, you’re asking me, “What do you mean by an event, Marshall?” … Continue reading →

It’s funny how it’s the little things in life that mean the most Not where you live, what you drive or the price tag on your clothes There’s no dollar sign on a peace of mind, this I’ve come to … Continue reading →

  Seventeen years ago today I took a massive leap of faith. It was a leap that carried my young wife and I from San Diego to Mississippi.  On paper, it made no sense. I had a great job working … Continue reading →

It may have been the swarming crowds. Or it may have been the cold, dreary weather. Or it could have even been the incessant piped-in Christmas music. (How many times could grandma get run over by a reindeer after all?) … Continue reading →