Category Archives: Writing

Our first two boys were born right on schedule. They made their cheerful appearance by 3:30 p.m.  Not our third. By 5:30, the emergency C-section was over and he had fought valiantly to be born.  I think at that point … Continue reading →

This is a sequel to the short story, Up in the Delta Sky He and “Angie” danced beneath the Mississippi sun.  It was a delicate performance — he led as she gracefully followed.  Together they made fluid motions across Delta … Continue reading →

Five years.  That’s how long it took to get to the foot of the four steps leading to the arena’s stage.  It would take another 45 seconds to walk the next 20 yards.  And then she’d have it in her … Continue reading →

Since it’s my general opinion that we should be thankful for our mothers every day (and because we didn’t feel like fighting the crowd tomorrow), the boys and I took their mother out to lunch today. We went to Char … Continue reading →

Warm air streamed north from the Gulf of Mexico, clashing with cold air knifing down from Canada. The airspace over northern Alabama had become a meteorological war zone. It was the worst outbreak of tornadoes in the nation’s history. As … Continue reading →

The alarm went off at 4:30 a.m. and he fought the urge to hit the snooze and roll back over.  A right eyelid opened, followed by his left. The room was dark except for the feint glow of the red … Continue reading →

Seat 6A.  The prime seat on the airplane (at least according to some surveys.) The plane was nearly full and the flight attendants worked to get the cabin ready for take off. The weary traveler looked over at the empty … Continue reading →

The sign read, “Welcome to Possum Lick.”  The BMW’s driver, a high-powered lawyer from Jackson,  laughed and thought, “Don’t want to know where this town got its name. And besides, it’s opossum.”  His foot pressed the gas pedal, making all … Continue reading →