Category Archives: Writing

The early morning darkness wrapped me snugly like a black straight-jacket. I looked at my watch; I had been running for nearly an hour. As my legs worked, my mind contemplated the world’s troubles. I started globally: Tension in the … Continue reading →

Did you feel it this morning? That little touch of fear as your kids got on the bus? Last Friday morning, you didn’t think a thing about it, did you?  Nope, it was just the everyday chaos of getting your … Continue reading →

The sky was gray, hiding the joyous sunrise.  Although warmer than it had been all week, there still was a chill in the air.  I’m not sure if it was from the wind or yesterday’s horrific news from Connecticut.  But … Continue reading →

Ten days. There are only 10 whole days until the end of the world. Have you finished your “end of the world” shopping yet?  Have you sent your “end of the world” cards, too? The end of time, 12/21/12,  is … Continue reading →

The clouds looked like dryer lint as rain and sleet came falling out of the sky. A lone man, dressed in a plain overcoat, walked toward the big box store late Christmas Eve.  If there truly was Peace on Earth … Continue reading →

In honor of Pearl Harbor Day, I’m reprinting this story from  my book “Fried Chicken & Wine.” May the day that’ll live in infamy never be forgotten.    A light mist shrouded Pearl Harbor, Hawaii.  The normally bright blue water … Continue reading →

His high-paying job just evaporated one day.  He sat in the corner office, hopelessly begging for a career that would never come back.  Soon afterwards, all the trappings of his wealth went with it.  Once the house and cars were … Continue reading →

It was the big night at the East Mississippi Christmas Tree Farm Christmas Festival. Cool December air nipped at the visitors’ red noses as they sang Christmas Carols and drank hot chocolate. Families from all around Mississippi flocked to the moon-lit … Continue reading →

Late one Monday afternoon, a lone man sat on a park bench.  He opened up a brown bag, stuck his hand inside and quickly closed it.  He shut his eyes and started muttering something under his breath.  At a time … Continue reading →