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To struggle used to be to grab with both hands and shake and twist and turn and push and shove and not give in but wrest an answer from...

Turning the corner, I steered the car into the parking lot. There, confronting me, the sign said, “Sudden Service.” I thought, “Wow! Not...

No story. No memory. No watermelons or tomatoes. No metaphors treading in spiritual time. Today, I want to remind myself and readers of a...

Routine is the habit of the mindless, the unthinking, rapid perceptions symptomatic of an unintentional life. And don’t we too often...

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...