Time is a funny thing.
Sometimes it goes slow. Sometimes it goes by in a blink.
We think we have all of the time in the world, but we are guaranteed only this moment.
I’ve been jarred by the reality of how brief life really is on more than one occasion.
One such reminder came while I took notes on a high school basketball game.
I haven’t looked at life the same way since.
Continue reading “About time”
You don’t know me, but I’m your brother.
I’m sorry about The Doobie Brothers reference.
Anyway, recently — on a Sunday after church — I went for a walk.
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I’m just sitting here looking up.
I guess You already know.
I know usually ask a lot of questions at times like these, and I know I hardly ever listen for the answers.
It seems like it’d be a shame to waste this cool breeze and these cricket songs on questions, though.
I just came out here to sit in this chair on the back porch and say thanks.
Continue reading “Hey, God”
There are some things about the South which are strange to people who aren’t accustomed to them. I’ve noticed this on occasion through the years. One such occasion happened some time ago, when I returned to work after a short trip to Rite Aid.
Continue reading “Peanuts and a bottle”
I sat in a mall food court yesterday afternoon.
It was the first time I’d darkened the door of the mall in a while. I’d planned to people watch, because it’s just about the only thing suitable to do in a mall while you patiently wait for a woman to finish shopping, but something was off.
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We have officially begun a new year and left last year behind.
Before the calendar flipped to 2018, I thought about something else which is just about a thing of the past.
Continue reading “Handwritten letters”
I spent last week with two girls. Continue reading “Sugar and spice”
My mama’s daddy died when I was 7 years old, but I learned a lot about him during the 2,815 days we shared.
Continue reading “War stories”
This story begins in a pool hall and ends in a goat pen.
The middle is quite messy.
Continue reading “I just paid to sweat a lot”
I grew up in a chicken house.
I don’t mean literally, of course, though when the wind is right I can smell five of them.
What I mean is, when I was a kid, I had it made.
Continue reading “What a time to be alive”