Grief and coping are a journey. It is not an easy journey and is one that at sometime in our lives we all have to make. At first the grief can be overwhelming. But we cry through the grief. It subsides, but returns. Eventually the grief gives way to the happy memories. But the memories are always there. And that… Read moreGrief | Coping
The love of a dog is unconditional. No matter what we do or how bad we screw up, they love us still. The love of a dog is not judgmental. They are blissfully unaware of our faults, quirks and failures. We can have the worst day possible at work, be written up, reprimanded, even fired and they greet you at… Read moreThe Love Of A Dog | The Love Of A Human
We are in the first days of 2025 and I, for one, could not be happier about that. From a creative standpoint, 2024 was a tough year, by far the toughest one I have endured. In the grand scheme of things, I realize that creative block is very low on the scale. There are infinitely worse things that folks and… Read moreThe Block | The Wall
Fifty-six years ago last month, November 16, 1968, Walker High School’s eighth grade football team played its final game of the season against the Lithonia Bulldogs. The game was played at the old Lithonia High School stadium, located at the end of Ida Street, just outside of downtown Lithonia. Truth be told, it wasn’t much of a stadium. The stands… Read moreLithonia Stadium | Rickety Old Goal Posts
Football season is upon us and it is still too early to tell what is going to transpire in the coming weeks ahead. In fact, even well into the season it’s hard to predict, if not downright impossible. And that is because of The Unknown. At the beginning of every sports season, even the beginning of every game, be it… Read moreSports | The Unknown
Today summer is over. Not officially, that doesn’t happen until September 22, but for all intents and purposes, the last day of summer is Labor Day. Some will say that the Saturday before is the start of autumn with the kickoff of the college football season. Either way, it is another trip around the sun and another summer behind. As… Read moreSuddenly Last Summer | The Warmth Of The Sun
Finally, I was a catcher. I had played organized baseball from the time I was seven years old. I always wanted to play catcher but the coaches, including my father, wouldn’t let me because I was left-handed. Instead they made me a first baseman. I loved the position and was pretty good at it, but I was never taught to… Read moreThe Last Game | Part One
It was shaping up to be a good year. We were tied for first place about halfway through the season. All that changed the following Saturday morning. Early in the game, Beera came to the plate and hit a line drive to center. The center fielder caught the ball on the first bounce and threw it to the second baseman…. Read moreThe Last Game | Part Two
I folded the Bug’s top down and dropped my bat bag onto the back seat. I climbed in, turned the ignition switch, looked at the miniature leather baseball glove hanging from the rear-view mirror and smiled. That had been one helluva game. I put the little car in gear and drove away, enjoying the wind on my face and the… Read moreThe Last Game | Part Three
I spent a lot of time on the Lake Lanier throughout my twenties and early thirties, and I didn’t even own a boat. I was able to experience Lake Life thanks to my friends Doug, Deb and Destry Holmes and the generosity of their parents. Mr. and Mrs. Holmes bought a houseboat in 1978, an intracoastal boat with a high… Read moreThe Barbara Ann | Lake Life
