Words in Dirt

The news broke on Tuesday. Like a bomb being dropped, accusations were made, events were described, evidence was disclosed. It was sudden, it was ugly and it was very public. The news was devastating, not only to the one who was the subject of these accusations, but to his family, and yes, to those of …

Driftwood

Not much happens on the West End of Galveston Island between September 2 and April 30th. Even after the tourists have all gone, the East Ender’s continue their make-shift hustle and bustle and try to maintain some semblance of business as usual during the off-season.  Not so on the West End. Beaches, bars and streets …

Scene from a deck.

He sits alone on the deck of the old beach house looking out into the fading light and the evolving shades of blue, pink and orange painted by a setting sun. Across the highway, in the short distance, the waves of a calm gulf caress a sandy shore.  He sees the waves, but their sound …

Legacy

It's been a minute since I’ve taken the time to add to these pages. I need to find some consistency with this. I’m told by “those who know such things” that maintaining a consistent and substantive blog presence is essential for up and coming writers…whatever that actually means.  Ok, so yeah, I need to blog …

Missing the Mississippi

Tuesday. After a long day on Monday, I decided I’d allow myself the indulgence of sleeping a little later on Tuesday morning. 7am…or even 730, perhaps.I mean, live a little, right? As has been the case since I was a boy, the alarm clock inside my head went off right on schedule…5am. Immediately my brain …

Packing

Church again this morning. Quiet, reverent, deeply spiritual for me. I’m not sure why my spirit seems to connect so profoundly with the quiet places and times. I get home from church today and turn on the TV, just in time to see the show on channel 604.  “Big” church, as we used to call …

Childhood Amnesia

What’s your earliest childhood memory? We’ve all been asked. Most of the time when I hear someone ask this question, it’s followed by a few seconds of mental fidgeting before they will provide some kind of nondescript response that may or may not be a conglomeration of two or three early memories that have somehow …

A Thought on Prayer

The past two months have been like a blurry bad-dream.  Like the morning after a profound whiskey drunk when only half is remembered and that half is foggy and only in echoes. Out of focus snapshots of places, people and conversations. I can’t say that all of the past two months have been bad. In …

Where the Lessons Are

This one’s gonna be a little different. Maybe my small business peeps out there can relate. I’ve been a failure in business. It’s true. In as much as you could say that I’ve been a failure, you could also make the argument that I’ve been a success, but it seems like I’ve spent most of …

Punches

Monday. I’m not a big believer in the old adage that Mondays are just always bad days. Sure, some Mondays are challenging, but then again, so are some Wednesday’s and Friday’s too, for that matter. This Monday, though…might make me rethink that belief. Awake at 6am…phone ringing by 645…one issue after another. It’s 945 now …