Monthly Archives: March 2015

On today’s radio show (10 a.m. on Mississippi Public Broadcasting), we’ll be talking about what it takes to be successful. Success is such a loaded term. It really doesn’t mean having bags of cash. I’ve seen rich men who are … Continue reading →

Last night, I wondered if my wife had slipped something into my drink. My head kept nodding up and down to the point I thought it was going to snap off. Then I remembered I hadn’t had a drink. I … Continue reading →

Spent the morning at St. Joseph Catholic school in Madison. I spoke for about an hour to the middle school students in the performing arts center. They’ve been cutting out my cartoons and having to analyze them for a grade. … Continue reading →

My friend Claudia left a brilliant comment on my Facebook page this morning. She brought up the last moments of the Germanwings flight. You know, the one where the plane went into an eight-minute decent before crashing into a French … Continue reading →

There was something about this morning’s rush hour that pushed my last nerve. Maybe it was the traffic. Maybe it was the fog. But I felt a huge sense of relief as I approached the downtown exit where I normally … Continue reading →

While running 50-yard sprints (with a parachute) I made a turn too tightly to avoid another athlete. My feet got tangled in my chute and I went down hard. Thud. I hit on my left side, but my injured hand … Continue reading →

Happy Friday! What I learned this week: 1. Anyone can be a teacher. And it doesn’t require being positive. People can be horrible, selfish and nasty and still teach valuable lessons. 2. Rain is a mysterious liquid that falls from … Continue reading →

In the fall of 1980, I received a seven-inch trophy. It had a little gold football player on the top and an engraved plate that read, “Marshall Ramsey, Most Improved.” It was my first real trophy. I felt a surge … Continue reading →

My house is loud. I mean like a-747-at-takeoff loud. I have three boys and a dog who learned to bark in a helicopter. Chaos wears ear plugs here. Tornadoes say they sound like our house. Silence is rare. And when … Continue reading →