Category Archives: Writing

@marshallramsey If the world isn’t going mad, it’s getting close. I tweeted that at 4:30 a.m. when I saw the breaking news from Aurora, Colorado.  A gunman walked into a crowded midnight screening of new Batman film, The Dark Knight … Continue reading →

‘It’s not the size of the dog in the fight, it’s the size of the fight in the dog.’ Mark Twain My cell phone rang on Saturday morning at 3 a.m. “You had better get down here.” I hung up … Continue reading →

Two horses and their riders stopped in the front of the Mississippi Governor’s Mansion. The rain had turned Capitol Street into a quagmire, and the two men in gray coats carefully tried to avoid slipping and falling. The news was … Continue reading →

A single hemp rope dangled from the darkness. The man, bloodied and scratched, hung onto it with his blistered hands.  He felt his forearms burn.  The muscles in his fingers were beginning to cramp. He looked down — he could … Continue reading →

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 →