Category Archives: Writing

God could not have created a more perfect morning. The sun rose over the Malibu hills, casting warm sunbeams on the large beach house.  A  white seagull floated on the breeze, doing his morning aerial dance before scrounging for breakfast. … Continue reading →

All men are created equal. And they are given the same number of seconds in a day. But what they chose to do with those seconds is what sets them apart.  In a soulless office building downtown, Jack Justin looked … Continue reading →

Cheaters never win.  The man in the diner folded his newspaper and muttered, “Bull#$%. Nice guys finish last.”  Since 2008, Bob Hammond’s faith in just about everything had been kicked in the groin.  Wall Street. Big banks. Politicians (well, he … Continue reading →

The day before the storm: The local TV voiceover guy opened the weather segment with a booming, “This is Eyewitness weather with meteorologist Sandy Storm sponsored by Oger Supermarkets. Oger, for the best bread and milk.” “Good evening Southlanders. Hold … Continue reading →

The smell of bacon wafted through the kitchen. Thankfully, Varner Lee’s trailer still had electricity. Most of the Delta was now in the dark thanks a healthy coat of ice on the power lines and trees. There really wasn’t much … Continue reading →

I was up at 3:15 this morning, fumbling around and trying to get ready to workout without waking the world. I needed to shave, so I opened my bathroom cabinet drawer to look for my razor.  I groped around for … Continue reading →

A hard, cold rain fell steadily on the dreary January evening. Lying at the foot of the bed, a small brown dog looked at her two humans with a degree of disgust.  Both were mad (again). And both weren’t paying … Continue reading →

While I miss Banjo frequently, I know the little dog’s spirit is still with me. Never had I met a tougher animal than him; he just wanted to live.  Banjo the dog was 10% teeth, 20% brains and 70% heart. … Continue reading →

I had a bad day yesterday. I know, I know — wah. Put on my big boy pants and quit whining. Just wanted to let you know I have them sometimes. I know you do, too.  I mention it because … Continue reading →

It was an average January morning: Cool with a brilliant blue sky.  Tupelo, Mississippi had never looked finer. All the hard work and renovation downtown had paid off. Business was booming. Buildings and streets were tidy.  I parked my car … Continue reading →