Delta Dreaming

If we follow the Galilean long enough in our reading of the Sermon on the Mount , he will throw us a curve ball. He does it several times. H...

Saturday mornings were special in our South Broadway neighborhood in Little Rock back in the 1970s. The afternoons waited for more anguish i...

Why do people tackle the job of restoring an old home? I don’t know. I plan to write a song about it someday. I’ll call it A Special Kind of...

Things I think about when I see kids with their eyes glued to a cell phone. It was back on February 17, 1980 and John Woodruff and I h...

When I left you yesterday, it was February 17, 1980, a wintery day in Little Rock. There were clear skies, and the chilly temperature was pe...

It was cold and clear that morning February 17, 1980 as our small band of adventurers gathered on South Broadway for our last long run befo...

Perhaps I should call these Sunday morning musings, “Life As the Sermon On the Mount.” There are such beautiful passage within this short se...