Only Us
Only Us... (A series) Being Friendly The imminent arrival of Hurricane Dorian on the Southeast coast of the U.S. has been something we’ve...
Painting the Picture
Yesterday evening as I sat in my basement writing, I received a text from my Mama. "The book is in the mailbox." I yelled upstairs at my...
Goodbye Instant Gratification...
This morning I wanted to heat up two slices of pizza for breakfast. I work the night shift, so don't judge me. My initial thought was to...
The Wasted Day...
The Wasted Day I often lament there just aren’t enough hours in the day to do all the things I want to, nor enough time to see the...
Their Eyes are Smiling...
As a little boy, I often spent Sunday mornings as my grandmother Lee Ellen's "clicker," if she had misplaced it. I'd crawl in the bed...
Kisses from Strangers...
At some point in our adult lives, hopefully we have kissed a stranger, someone we'd only just met, and more often than not, someone we...