Category Archives: Writing

It was just another average Saturday morning long run. I leapt over a puddle and emerged from the woods just as the sun peeked over the horizon. I headed east and then south, along the Natchez Trace Parkway.  To my … Continue reading →

The hot noonday sun baked the large crowd assembled in the country graveyard. I could feel swear running down my face as Bob’s casket pulled hard at my tired arms.  I looked at the other five pallbearers and saw they … Continue reading →

As the small ship cut through the light surf, Franklin Hudson scanned the horizon for Hell. His ancient eyes were as blue as the surrounding sea. He stood on the bow, watching the tropical island loom on the horizon. Salt … Continue reading →

All around Mississippi this morning, our scars are burning. Scars on our bodies, our landscape and our hearts. We watch the devastating scenes from Oklahoma and we pray. We see parents living our worst nightmares — children found dead buried … Continue reading →

I looked out at the kids in the Hilton ballroom and thought about the changes they were about to face. “Kids” might not be the right word because even though they were 18, they just had made a decision that … Continue reading →

This is sequel to the short stories “Above the Delta Sky” and “Beneath the Delta Sky” From the book, Fried Chicken & Wine. A tiny lone yellow crop duster soared above the dark green fields of the Mississippi Delta.  Its … Continue reading →

It was late Sunday afternoon and my son and I were headed to the high school. I was tired but had promised him I would take him to go run sprints on the track. We got in the car and … Continue reading →