Category Archives: Writing

Nearly 10 years ago, I had just finished speaking at the Millsaps Arts & Lecture Series, the crowd was dispersing and my dad walked over to me. He had never heard me speak before and he just stood there quietly. … Continue reading →

“What the heck does the old man want?” It was Father’s Day morning and in a rural truck stop in the middle of Nowhere, Mississippi, a panicked man combed the aisles for something to give his dad. So far, no … Continue reading →

It was the tallest building in the smallest of Southern cities. Every morning, the 45-year-old mid-level corporate executive would enter its rotating doors and head up to his commanding corner office.  Like the fine Swiss watch on his wrist, his … Continue reading →

The morning sky over the Delta looked like it was lined with Mother of Pearl.  No painter could create the beauty of a Mississippi Delta sunrise except for one. And He was the master. A thousand sermons couldn’t reinforce the … Continue reading →

The nervous young man looked at his stainless steel diver’s watch repeatedly. 3:06. 3:07. 3:08. “When is this baby going to come out?” he thought.  Of course, his wife was asking the same question, too.  Monitors beeped, nurses scurried and … Continue reading →

The old Chevrolet Impala was as long as a battleship and contained as much steel.  The little boy climbed into the backseat and plopped down. He wore a suit and his face wore a grin. Today was the big day. … Continue reading →

If you’re driving south of Mobile,  you’ll drive right past the Thrift Shop.  Located near the Alabama Gulf Coast, it’s in a nondescript concrete-block building. But inside its plain walls are incredible secondhand treasures. (Proceeds from which help feed the … Continue reading →

The severe storm’s strobe lightning turned night into day.  Loud thunder rocked the house, rattling the windows and china– but the boy continued to snore lightly.  On the cusp of being a teenager, the young man’s body was growing right … Continue reading →

The bypass had choked off the little Mississippi town of Hollyhock. Tourists traveling to the Florida beaches zoomed by it at a comfortable 65 mph, never giving the dying town a second thought. Off the main road was the Hollyhock … Continue reading →