He loved her more
Editor's Note: This has been a week of great loss and grieving in the Northeast Georgia community. Connected by geography but more so in...
The Escape Route
When I read the morning newspaper, there is usually a story regarding the death of a child caused by youth gun violence. Some victims...
These old hands
I was in design school with only an hour for lunch. Veronica and I shared classes, and we were starving. We ran down the...
Superiority belongs only to God
Sometimes it is downright embarrassing being an American Christian Caucasian. When I see Nazi flags hoisted by white folks outside a Jewish synagogue, I...
Those tumbled-down days
Some days, life seems to take a tumble, a misstep, or it feels as if something is just plain off. Days when our energy...
A revival of American honor
I always feel a sense of pride, patriotism, and thankfulness when I pass an American flag. I momentarily forget that America struggles to find...
America, the land I love
I was born amid the lush greenery of East Tennessee, where the soil produces sweetly scented flowers every summer, and icicles hang each winter...
My writing place
If I could, I would bring all of you here to this place where I write my stories. It isn’t at all what I...
Leaving to light up heaven
She was young and adorable when I met her. Her toddler was riding a tricycle in the driveway, and as I walked to her...
The importance of fatherhood
"Lynn, I don't know how to be a good father because my father was unable to show me how." I will never forget Dad...
The hand of my father
My father and I had a quarrelsome relationship. It was rocky from the beginning, and I am not quite sure why. I was a...
The sounds of grace
All was fine on a beautiful South Florida evening until the Scottish bagpiper walked down the aisle of Coral Ridge Presbyterian Church. Sitting next...