Stories from the Steps

Family

  • Photo Interlude, Composition 9

    This morning over 5 o’clock coffee, for the second time in as many weeks I watched hurricane coverage & its gut punch of “how will we recover?” & “why us?” to residents up & down the east coast. Now, close… Continue reading

    Photo Interlude, Composition 9

  • Vol.1 Chronicle 43

    STORIES FROM THE STEPS, VOLUME 1, CHRONICLE 43, TUESDAY GIFTS FROM GRANDADDY: “…It’s not what you got, it’s what you give, it’s not the life you choose,. it’s the life you live..”~Tesla~ “What You Give “ On this day in… Continue reading

    Vol.1 Chronicle 43

  • Vol.1 Chronicle 42, Nat’l Coaches Day

    NATIONAL COACHES DAY ‘24, A STUDY IN BLACK AND WHITE OF WHAT YOU NEED: Yesterday, October 6th, was National Coaches Day. I’m intentionally late in posting on October 7th, but we’ll get to that. Coaches do so much that no… Continue reading

    Vol.1 Chronicle 42, Nat’l Coaches Day

  • Vol.1 Chronicle 39

    FOUR GENERATIONS: On one of the final 4 Sundays of September 1968, my parents, after escorting me & my sister up the only staircase (pictured) in our church at the time to 9:45 Sunday School & then down it to… Continue reading

    Vol.1 Chronicle 39

  • Vol.1 Chronicle 38: Farewell 9/2/2021

    CHINSTRAPS & HEROES, A FAREWELL TO JIMMY: I wasn’t expecting to cry today. I especially wasn’t planning on one of those heaving cries that convulses down to the gut. I’d already been a little emotional in dreading next week, a… Continue reading

    Vol.1 Chronicle 38: Farewell 9/2/2021

  • Vol.1, Chronicle 37: Keys, 8/27/1984

    KEYS, A 40 YEAR STORY OF MISS JULIE AND HER POOL BOY: Miss Julie gave me these keys for Christmas 2023. They used to work the locks of Maclellan Gymnasium on the UT-Chattanooga campus. Today, technology has rendered them useless… Continue reading

    Vol.1, Chronicle 37: Keys, 8/27/1984

  • Volume 1, Chronicle 36, Lottie’s Song

    Today, August 10th, 2024, marks 21 years since my grandmother passed away. What follows was written a year ago to her namesake great-great-granddaughter. I thought about brushing it up with a rewrite as I scrolled the socials on a sleep… Continue reading

    Volume 1, Chronicle 36, Lottie’s Song

  • Vol.1, Chronicle 35

    INTROSPECTIVE INSOMNIA, ‘70s ANTENNA TV & MARCIA BRADY, SHALLOW THOUGHTS FROM THE DEEP END WITH MISS JULIE’S POOL BOY: This very Monday, only 3 days from children reporting for academic duty, Miss Julie’s Pool Boy disguised in his normal identity… Continue reading

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  • Vol.1, Chronicle 34

    I ALMOST STAYED OUT THE HALLWAY: “Stay out the hallway” was written in black on 2” white athletic tape, advice on a gym door for students where me & Miss Julie voted last Tuesday. That advice in some form, has… Continue reading

    Vol.1, Chronicle 34

  • Vol.1, Chronicle 33

    IT’S 2:35 AM, NO POWER, & THEN THERE WERE KIDNEY STONES: A windswept stormy night has shifted conservative overreaction, outrage, & offense of the French & their ceremonies on the socials to the 1st world dilemma of complaint of no… Continue reading

    Vol.1, Chronicle 33