Stories from the Steps

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  • Vol. 2, Chronicle 35: Genesis

    FOREWORD: Three years ago, December 16, 2022, these steps met their final student footprints. In the past three months, they met their demise.      I didn’t know it lying on that couch in Pearl, Mississippi that “Stories from the Steps”, with… Continue reading

    Vol. 2, Chronicle 35: Genesis

  • Vol.2, Chronicle 25

    A SEPTEMBER THANKSGIVING: “…and even though this world needs so much more, there’s so much to be thankful for…” “Thankful” ~~ Josh Groban ~~      It was a little after 4:00 on this September Sunday. A week of chaos gone… Continue reading

    Vol.2, Chronicle 25

  • Vol 2 Chronicle 20

    VOLUME 2, CHRONICLE 20, BOTH INDEPENDENCE DAYS & THE ANCHOR: PREFACE: The 6 or 7 minute read that follows in 3 chapters, is my pastor’s fault. This Sunday past, he took pies in the face before our congregation at a… Continue reading

    Vol 2 Chronicle 20

  • Vol. 2 Chronicle 1

    BELIEVER’S TICKET: Today, thousands of tickets reside on cell phones with a QR code waiting to be used for admittance to college football playoff games like tonight’s Orange Bowl or tomorrow’s Cotton Bowl. There was a day however, when tickets… Continue reading

    Vol. 2 Chronicle 1

  • Vol.1, Chronicle 51

    (FROM 12/16/2022, A GOODBYE LETTER TURNED GENESIS: We all have landmarks on our human journey, significant places or events like Peniel in Genesis for Jacob after a night grappling with an angel or Ray Kinsella in the Iowa corn after… Continue reading

    Vol.1, Chronicle 51

  • 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

  • Father’s Day

    VOLUME 1, CHRONICLE 26, FATHER’S DAY 2024, ABSENT YET PRESENT: Sometimes I write, to paraphrase Maya Angelou, because it’s agony to bear an untold story in the soul or like today, I’m an empty penitent seeking a filling communion, seeking… Continue reading

    Father’s Day

  • Vol.1, Chronicle 22: Spittin’ Truth

    VOLUME 1, CHRONICLE 22, SPITTIN’ TRUTH WITH RED: “The house don’t fall when the bones are good…” Maren Morris ~ “The Bones”~ These are my grandparents, little ones. This coming Sunday, May 26th, is the day they married in 1928… Continue reading

    Vol.1, Chronicle 22: Spittin’ Truth

  • Vol.1, Chronicle 18: Teacher Appreciation Week

    VOLUME 1, CHRONICLE 18, TEACHER APPRECIATION WEEK: “…You stand at the edge while people run you through, I thank the Lord there’s people out there like you…”Elton John “Mona Lisas & Mad Hatters Miss Julie & I are privileged to… Continue reading

    Vol.1, Chronicle 18: Teacher Appreciation Week

  • Vol. 1, Chron. 12

    DADDY’S, WEDDINGS, & FULL TREES: Yesterday morning, I drank coffee in a dark silence broken only by the light & sound of the TV & The Andy Griffith Show. I’d seen the episode, “Opie the Birdman”, the one where Opie… Continue reading

    Vol. 1, Chron. 12