When I was 13, I participated in a cycling fundraiser for my Boy Scout troop. I had to ask people to pledge a certain amount per mile I would ride. Most of the folks I went to agreed to donate .25 cents per mile. They...
“One day, you’re going to be a great attorney.”
“Yeah, uh, thanks, Dad.”
How could I tell my attorney father that a morbidly obese cook from Opelousas, Louisiana, a man that favored sweet potatoes and pork belly over Filet Mignon, had already set me on my career...
On Friday morning, July 17th, I'll climb onto my Trek Road Bike and join 285 cyclists and pedal across the state of South Carolina. Yeah I know. It's gonna be hot, and cycling is dangerous, and I could hurt myself, and I’ll probably get...
“Mom? It’s John. Just calling to say we're home now.”
We had spent an entire week with my mother. We cooked for her almost every day, took her out for oysters, looked through old photos, sat with her in the kitchen and shared coffee, and listened...
Our last kiss
Was it that long ago?
A smile, a hug, a caress
Once so abundant
Never taken for granted
Delicate, steady, firm
Tell me, it’s still there
A laugh, a twinkle, applause
Thank you, it meant so much
A dream, a wish, a prayer
Persuade me, it’s all still true
“Goodnight John. Goodnight Tommy. Oh, and in the morning, before you get out of bed make sure you shake out your shoes real hard before you put them on, just in case a scorpion crawled in during the night. And if one does comes out,...