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And now, I ask myself, “Why are black-eyed peas always served with pork?” Maybe it’s a Southern tradition or as regional as red beans and...

Navigating through this crowded room called the present, I flip through the photographs of my memory when I perceived a better time....

“Wise sage, what is this book you granted me?” “Some say it is a book of wisdom. Others say it is truth. Still, others say it is a...

A favorite writer, Ella Frances Sanders, wrote these words, “ Particles act in a way similar to people in large crowds, as they are...

One recent morning, moving through my daily work routine, the phone rang. In conditioned fashion, I answered. The voice on the other end...

Jordy, standing on this precipice allows us perspective. As we begin our journey to the valley, we must hold this perspective close. And...

Undeniable realization always comes, moments when vision is clear and unequivocal, when compensations and denials no longer supplant the...

To say someone is typically Southern is to say something about a good tomato, full of flavor, ripened, honest, generally and commonly...

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...

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...

The day arrived and along with my golf bag and clubs, I carried all the associated anticipation, excitement and butterflies I normally...

We are Walker’s boys. We came, embarking upon careers, searching for a foothold in golf, in the world. We are the golf professionals...

Tired, Tussie and Jordy decided to press on, leaving the cemetery behind. Feeling enlightened by their encounter with Old Salt, neither...

“I wait for the Lord, my soul waits, And in His word I do hope. My soul waits for the Lord More than those who watch for the morning –...

My presence in this room of writers was a strange beginning; at least, this was my perception. Self-evident to me, they were honed in...

The temptation continues “Hardtack, every tempter always fails on his first try or two. Humans are fickle creatures. Should you think...

The following is an imagined continuation of the Screwtape Letters by C.S. Lewis: Wormwood spoke with authority. “Hardtack, Screwtape...

Age has thrust upon me a ripening. I’ve reached a stage when stories begin with some variation of the word “ago,” as in some time ago,...

The other day, reading John Wesley’s three rules for living, the first of which is “Do no harm,” I understood the many difficulties in...

“ Give us this day our daily bread ” (Matthew 6:11, NKJV). The simple child in me never journeyed past the thought this was a request to...