Category Archives: Writing

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 →

Taking your shoes off in security, the sweaty crotch grabs and the nekkid scanner were bad enough. But the worst thing about flying post-9/11 was the fact that your family couldn’t meet you at the gate. There was nothing quite … Continue reading →