Are you tired? Frustrated? Feeling like your cup is empty? How about a story? Tomatoes, corn, cucumbers, squash, peas, and watermelon. The old farmer could take a few seeds, cow patties, fish guts, and black dirt and grow vegetables that were legendary. People would come from miles around to figure…
Dear Nieces and Nephews, I hope this invitation finds you well, but from what I’ve seen and heard lately, it may not be the case with some of you. I have a birthday coming up soon and you all are invited. It’s going to be an awesome celebration even though…
Today has sucked. My Granny would get on to me for using crude verbiage such as that. My Mama might, too, but sometimes things are so discouraging that I just have to call it like I see it. This morning I put on my freshly washed pants to prepare for…
It’s all over me. It’s all over me and I feel so guilty. I can’t get it off. It’s the strangest thing. I feel so guilty, but somehow… I don’t want it off. Blood. Have you ever noticed how it feels to have dried blood on your hands? It feels…
Trees. I love trees. They can be beautiful in bloom and their green canopy provides good shade on a hot day. The floors you walk on and the walls you live in came from the trees. Their limbs are perfect joists for treehouse foundations, and they are fun to climb. …
“Why do you write these long posts? You must want to be a writer.” When you write stories, there are all kinds of reactions you get in return. There are the smiles, laughter, or the warm fuzzies. Possibly tears or an encouraged spirit. Sometimes a person just says, “I enjoyed…
I had just refereed a basketball game. I hated referees when I was a player and now I had become one. That day the fans of the home team were displeased with my point of view and apparently one of the team fathers suggested I was blind and my parents…
Rudolph and I would like to dedicate this one to the all the joy stealers out there who say there is no Santa Claus. I’ve heard it a million times in my life, and yet Santa always arrives at my house. There’s so much evidence of his existence. This is…
The busy crowd was thick with aggression and uncompromising distraction. Rude and pushy. Everyone was far too busy on their own way to take time to stop. There was certainly no time for charity or to listen to her pleas for help. Her tears were probably fake ones anyway. Her…
Saying goodbye is so hard. Letting go even harder. And that’s what I have to do. My buddy, the Reverend C.E. Baston, made his journey home. I knew him as Butch. I knew him as wise. I knew him as a mentor. A friend. Death brings separation. Makes me…