Each year of my recent existence, my Pawpaw entrusted me with one simple but important job. (more…)
There once was a time when television produced shows worth watching.
When I was growing up, my daddy was my hero. (more…)
Walter Nichols sat in a straight-backed chair with his back to the sun, looking at a handwritten, framed letter which lay in his hands. (more…)
A few days ago, I walked into a local bookstore on a mission.
It’s Wednesday again, and this week’s writers’ workshop has me thinking of a simpler time when my biggest problems were multiplication tables. It was the best of times without the worst, and I can’t wait to get back. Climb in, sit back and hold on because, in the words of Dr. Emmett Brown, “If my calculations are correct, when this baby hits eighty-eight miles per hour… you’re gonna see some serious –“
Two years ago today, I was on the way to a routine doctor’s appointment. What met me when I arrived changed me, and my community, forever.