There is a certain kind of work that doesn’t ask to be noticed. No ribbon cutting. No podium. No name on a building. Just a weekday morning, a line of cars, and somebody trying to figure out how to make groceries last a little longer than they should. You show up, you do your part,ContinueContinue reading “A Place in the Line”
Category Archives: Life’s Tapestry
Writing Like You Talk — And Meaning It
I came late to the em dash. Embarrassingly late, really… Like a good restaurant that’s been there all along, right down the street, and you just kept driving past. For most of my writing life, I treated punctuation like traffic signals. Period: stop. Comma: slow down. Semicolon: pause, but stay with me. Colon: something formalContinueContinue reading “Writing Like You Talk — And Meaning It”
Evening Light on the Levee
My truck, Mississippi River twilight, and Venus rising in the west. Some photographs are sharp. Others, like memories, are blurry. This one I snapped at random: the shadowy FJ silhouetted against a twilight sky, Venus hanging steady above. My old FJ Cruiser rested along the Mississippi River levee at Lone Oak Cemetery, back window openContinueContinue reading “Evening Light on the Levee”
Thoughts on a Fallen Steeple
A wind came without warning, strong enough to take a steeple clean off a church and yet restrained enough to spare everything else. When it was over, a sanctuary stood as it always had. No shattered windows. No collapsed walls. Only a steeple, white and fiberglass, torn by force, lying in pieces, carefully gathered andContinueContinue reading “Thoughts on a Fallen Steeple”
Christmas Chaos at Turkey Spur (Featuring Old Ray)
Here’s a holiday tall tale from Jubal Blue, straight out of the piney woods of North Louisiana. I hope this gives you a little chuckle for your Christmas Eve. Enjoy! | Guest post by Jubal Blue | This story took place a few years back, but it started out normal enough…well, normal enough for theseContinueContinue reading “Christmas Chaos at Turkey Spur (Featuring Old Ray)”