Category Archives: Writing

Twenty-five years after I last darkened the door at my old high school, I came back for a reunion. I was stunned at what I would find. The front door looked about the same, just with more coats of paint … Continue reading →

Alarms screamed down the hospital’s hall, nurses scattered like ants and a father was left standing alone, impotent.  His wife had been rushed to the operating room. Chaos ruled. The look on the doctor’s face was grim. His newborn son … Continue reading →

When I was a kid (a trillion, zillion years ago), I used to dread trips to the graveyard . My grandparents would go and pay their respects to dead relatives who I had never met.  I didn’t want to be … Continue reading →

The breaking dawn cracked the darkness and silenced the cold wind as warm light poured across the rich Mississippi soil.  The farmer and the boy stood on the slight hill and watched the sun conquer the cold dark night. It … Continue reading →

I was fortunate enough to catch up with Cupid on his busiest day of the year. He arrived wearing a nice wool suit with a red tie adorned with pink and white hearts (not the traditional diaper like everyone expects.) … Continue reading →

Did you see Senator Marco Rubio’s response to the State of the Union last night? What did you think?  Did you like that “reaching for the water bottle moment?”  Holy Moly! I’ve never seen anything quite like it. I just … Continue reading →

The warm wind blew through the seaside bar on the warm Ash Wednesday morning. Palm trees gently swayed as a young college student sat next to an older gentleman.  The man, an Episcopal priest, began talking to student.  The student, … Continue reading →

I was having one of “those” days. It might have been the rainy weather, or it could have been the constant stream of gloom pouring out of my TV set — but I was depressed. Not clinically, just covered with … Continue reading →