Category Archives: Writing

A drum line can be like a time machine. I stood in the lobby of the local high school listening to the band play before the pep rally.  Suddenly I could smell freshly cut Bermuda grass and felt my old … Continue reading →

Yesterday was a crappy day. Why? The news was particularly grim — Egypt melting down and the news of Abigail Grace Bonner’s body being found just kind of sucked the wind out of me.  Add to it a plane crash … Continue reading →

Gray clouds hang over the brown Mississippi Sound, selfishly hiding sunken treasures never to be found. Occasionally the murky water gives up a prize:  A button, a washer or some other surprise. The killer ocean swept away his life during … Continue reading →

Jack Rigby stood over his precious daughter’s bed.  The weight of the world was on his sizable shoulders. As he watched his little brown-headed girl’s stomach rise and fall with her breath, she slept peacefully in a unpeaceful world.  Jack … Continue reading →

I loved taking my oldest sons to school. I used to take them every morning. It was pure joy to see their little faces grow up in my rear view mirror —  it was five minutes of quality Dad/Son time. … Continue reading →

As a long-suffering University of Tennessee football fan (Thanks Lane Kiffin for the evilness and salt you plowed into the sacred checkerboard turf), I’ve endured some cringe-worthy seasons.  Don’t get me wrong, I love my Vols.  I spent too much … Continue reading →