Monthly Archives: February 2015

My cancer story

I’m a Sagittarius, but I swear I was born under the sign of Cancer. Three of my grandparents had cancer. Both my parents are cancer survivors. And on April 17, 2001, I became one, too. But mine is not a … Continue reading

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The Garden

Everyday, I drive the same route to work. And everyday, I pass a little patch of land. It’s a garden, maybe a quarter acre in size. Right now, it lies empty with only old stalks on top of weeds. It’s … Continue reading

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What you can handle

“God won’t give you anything you can’t handle.” My friend was trying to comfort me after listening to the stream of bad news I had received over the past few weeks. He went to shake my hand. “Ugh,” he said, … Continue reading

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Ice

Looks like another gray Monday. It’s cold. The milk and bread index is an 8. The word “ice” has been thrown around by the weather types. Mississippians can’t drive when it rains. We’re toast if we get an ice storm. … Continue reading

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SHORT STORY: Riding Out the Storm

A cold rain poured down on New Orleans. Simon O’Mally looked out his window at the city and caught caught a glimpse of his reflection. “How did I get this old?” he thought in disgust. Sex, drugs and rock and … Continue reading

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The Water Bug

I learned several things in college: My Social Security number, how to draw editorial cartoons and the joy of a Saturday afternoon football game. But its funny, the most important lessons were the quiet ones that were taught in odd … Continue reading

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The Elevator

I went down to the basement to get a drink. On the elevator back up, a man walked on and we both did what normal people do – we looked at the numbers as we rose up the tower of … Continue reading

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The Daily Miracle

There is a silence before sunrise that grabs you. The birds quit singing and even the bugs stop their cacophony. The wind stills and the sky prepares the stage by turning from black to pink to blue. The earth pauses … Continue reading

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Waking up

Most of the times, I have weird dreams. Last night, I had a good ol’ fashioned nightmare. And it’s still bothering me today. I went to bed early last night. Life has kicked the crap out of me lately, leaving … Continue reading

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The Mighty Saturn V

It stands as tall as a 36-story building and if it had failed at launch, the explosion would have rivaled a small atomic bomb. It was designed using pencil, paper and sweat by men who had designed the very rockets … Continue reading

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