Category Archives: Writing

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 →

Bullets whizzed over his head, sounding like a million angry hornets. “Sergeant! WHAT DO I DO NOW?!? SERGEANT?” The sergeant, a burly man Irish man from northern Illinois, stared back at him blankly. The young drummer boy looked closer at … Continue reading →

Successful people pique my curiosity.  I always wonder, “What makes them tick? How did they find their path? How did they set their goals? What makes them so different than people who don’t succeed. And what makes them special?  Is … Continue reading →

The heavy rain blotted the color out of the surrounding countryside. Green trees turned to a dark, dead gray.  The tan brick buildings of the city looked even more dull.  It was easy to allow your heart to fade as … Continue reading →

Guardian angels come in all shapes and sizes.  Little Kevin’s was bigger and greener than most. And had one giant eye and horns. He was a seven-foot monster. And his name was Magwazine. Magwazine spoke in a tongue only one other … Continue reading →

In the late summer of 1996, our apartment phone rang in San Diego, California.  A man with a very Southern accent said, “Hello, may I please speak to Marshall.”  It was the first time that I heard Clarion-Ledger Editorial Page … Continue reading →

Representative Mumford T. Bumford (Bum to his friends) loved serving in the Mississippi Legislature. He wasn’t sure if it was the free lunches, free dinners or occasional free breakfast. But he knew that his waistline had grown more in the … Continue reading →

Snort. “You calling pigs?” “What are you talking about?!?” Snort. The man in the woman sat in the kitchen eating breakfast. The orange sun rose through the yellow haze as pollen fell like powdery snow. Snort. “Oh, that.  Allergies. Sorry.” … Continue reading →