Category Archives: Writing

The late March Mississippi humidity was as thick as the sugar in his sweet tea.  Pollen swirled around in dust devil on the sidewalk, signaling a change of seasons. Conn Hurley was a million miles away from Dublin, Ireland.  But … Continue reading →

The stale air hung low like fog clinging to the city’s harbor.  The nicotine had stained the bar’s wallpaper, which had released from its glue in several places.  Neon beer signs gave the dark room an eerie glow. Bright light … Continue reading →

I walked a path I’ve walked over 500 times:  From my desk, I head down the back stairs to the back door to the corner of West and Pearl Street. From there, I walk past the Electric Building, The Federal … Continue reading →

The taste of fame had a bitter aftertaste.  At age 19, his band had signed a record contract and had a minor hit.  An unfortunate car wreck, drugs and poor choices led to the band’s breakup one year later.  He … Continue reading →

A small Japanese sedan sped down a rural Mississippi highway. A sleepy driver looked down for a split second to change the channel on his radio. It’s funny how a split second can change your life. The car radio had … Continue reading →

The Gulf of Mexico had opened its floodgates.  Warm, moist air was blanketing the little town like warm, wet blanket.  Even the clouds moved quickly, like they sensed trouble was coming.  You could smell New Orleans — and the town … Continue reading →

Leap Day #1: Two babies lay in the same nursery only three cribs apart. One was a boy and the other was a girl. No one could have predicted the amazing life they’d live together. Leap Day #2: Two toddler … Continue reading →

The early evening Mississippi August air was as thick as syrupy sweet tea. The couple sat silently on the front porch, praying for a slight breeze to blow through the oaks.  But no breeze was to be found.  The old … Continue reading →

Every night for 70 years, the cabbie found himself in the same cab. When darkness came, he ferried the souls of a dead to their final destination. It was his damnation; his punishment for a past sin. Like Moses, he … Continue reading →