Undeniable realization always comes, moments when vision is clear and unequivocal, when compensations and denials no longer supplant the truth attempting to land permanence on the landscape of dreams. Mine came on a putting green in college. Believing myself to be a fine putter, the glue holding the rest of my golf game together, I […]
To say someone is typically Southern is to say something about a good tomato, full of flavor, ripened, honest, generally and commonly liked by all. I remain distrustful of someone who doesn’t like a good Nightshade. Summer is ending. My mind is tinged with a forced dormancy. Nine months must pass before a good tomato
Drop! Anticipating the ball rolling into the cup, the word left my lips with force. A few moments earlier, the line on which the ball would roll was clear to me. All I had to do was commit and make the best stroke I could with my putter, not forgetting to strike the ball with
I heard the familiar sound. An email arrived around 5:15 a.m. I know this because I was awake, stirring, going about my normal routine. I wondered what other soul was stirring early in the morning. Recent days have been a whirlwind. Life’s demands are, well, demanding my time and attention, attempting to take hold of
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