Monthly Archives: November 2014

Scrooge looked down in the grave, saw the fires below and asked the ominous specter, “Whose final resting place is this?” The third ghost pointed his bony finger at the tombstone which read, “Ebenezer Scrooge.” Scrooge started to protest and … Continue reading →

What am I thankful for? Thankfulness. It heals like cool aloe gel on a bad burn. It soothes and takes away life’s painful sting. It’s the power that allows you to regroup when facing ruin. It gives you traction when … Continue reading →

I don’t remember how old I was but it was around the time I had my six-year-old molars yanked. My dad and I were in the basement restoring his 1953 Ford Pickup. He was up under the hood, working on … Continue reading →

Pretty regularly, I buy an unsweetened iced tea at the Whataburger on High Street in Jackson. And very regularly, I’m greeted with an infectious smile and hello by a worker named Fannie. I don’t know much about Fannie other than … Continue reading →

Was walking across the street yesterday in Jackson, Mississippi and my right foot fell into a pothole. Trying to avoid twisting my ankle, I stepped quickly to the right — and fell toward another bigger pothole. I stumbled and fell … Continue reading →

Reacting to some bad news, my oldest son, who is wise beyond his years, said “I don’t know why life does this.” I paused for a minute, not really being able to give him a good answer because honestly, I … Continue reading →

About midnight last night, Pip the dog had to go out. Not sure why — she had been out at 11. Maybe she heard something? Who knows. All I know is that I let her out and waited for her … Continue reading →

There are two hidden taxes in Mississippi: Cracked windshields and Yazoo Clay. Cracked windshields is a discussion for another day. But Yazoo Clay? It’s like building your house on chicken manure. If you’re not familiar with Yazoo Clay, it is … Continue reading →

The giant Kay’s Ice Cream sign meant we were almost there. It was a giant ice cream cone– and was the unofficial gateway to Maryville, Tennessee, the town where both sets of my grandparents lived. My sisters and I had … Continue reading →