Category Archives: Writing

Cards

Forty minutes before my speech, I was standing on the patio enjoying the warm summer evening.  Mobile Bay was to my back and several distinguished doctors from Louisiana and Mississippi were in front of me. A brilliant MD from New … Continue reading

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Meet Pip

Late that horrible Saturday night, my family walked into our now-empty house and were crippled by the pain of Banjo the dog’s death. At that moment, we vowed to take some time between dogs. We were emotionally (and financially) drained. … Continue reading

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THAT Tuesday morning

This morning was so much like that Tuesday morning. You know, THAT Tuesday morning 11 years ago when “the world stopped turning.” Like you, I can remember it like yesterday. Isn’t it funny how our minds grasp the moment during … Continue reading

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Home

In Mississippi, compasses don’t point toward North. They point toward home. But the question is, how do you exactly define “home?” Some say it’s where the heart is. Others claim it’s where their mama is. And others will insist it’s … Continue reading

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Cancer Thriver

I just finished reading an interesting article about how the term “cancer survivor”  belittles those who didn’t survive the disease.”  And I have to admit I was a little stunned by it at first. I’ve never considered “cancer survivor” to … Continue reading

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All dogs come home

Prologue: A blonde, toothy television reporter stood in front of middle-class two-story home.  Next to him was a four-year-old golden retriever named Mike.  Behind them was a family with two parents, a boy in braces and a girl with glasses … Continue reading

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The truth in Cotton Gin

It was the biggest scandal to hit the town of Cotton Gin, Mississippi since Edna Mae Smith started taking her clothes off in the middle of First Nazareth Baptist Church. Jennifer Rollins suddenly started speaking her mind. While Edna Mae … Continue reading

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Mr. Cooper’s Blank Canvas

“Mornin’ Mr. Cooper!” The little boy rode his bike by the older man.  Mr. Cooper, walking toward the beach, was a fixture in this small, seaside neighborhood.  Slightly slumped and balding, he wore thick glasses and a slight smile.  “Morning, … Continue reading

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The Mississippi’s Secret

The amorous couple’s bed was hitting the motel wall in three-quarter time. Thunka thunk thunk thunk — the lonely man in the next room grabbed the TV remote and turned up the volume. Bradley Smathers longed to be home and … Continue reading

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The Devil, the Angel and Captain Warr

Along the Mississippi Gulf Coast, storms normally come from the direction of  New Orleans. Today, however, the gunmetal gray clouds blew in rapidly from Mobile. As he watched them, the hair on the man’s leathery neck stood on end. As … Continue reading

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