Monthly Archives: July 2015

On a old porch, a small boy sat with his mother. Lightning flickered on the horizon off toward the Yazoo River. The boy, frightened, asked his mother if they’d be safe from the storm. “It’s just heat lightning,” she said. … Continue reading →

In a way, I wish my dream had been to become a doctor or an accountant. Both are noble and require a mind-numbing amount of work to achieve. But I couldn’t do anything that easy. I had to chase after … Continue reading →

It was a typical lazy Wednesday in Destin. The hot, subtropical sun beat down on the dock, causing a bead of sweat to trickle down the old Marine’s nose. It was noon, and the Lizard once again sat in his … Continue reading →

Somewhere near Destin, Florida sits an old man who paints heaven after living through hell. They call him the Lizard. Every day, he rolls his wheelchair down the dock and every day, he quietly paints as he soaks up the … Continue reading →

So I’m driving on I-20 in the middle of a gaggle of cars and out of nowhere, a rubber mallet comes bouncing down the interstate. I couldn’t swerve left (I would have kissed an 18-wheeler) so I swerved right off … Continue reading →