My favorite thing about French Camp, Mississippi isn’t that it’s steps from the Natchez Trace. I don’t care about the historic cabins. The Big Willie doesn’t incite that ‘special hunger.’

I can find other ways to get busy.

In French Camp, it’s as simple as lying on my back. Outside. On a blanket in the grass. Big Willie is optional.Continue Reading

Have you ever forgotten where you’ve been?

Yeah. That’s me these days. I’m blessed to be able to get out there, slap skin and meet potential readers. For a finite time, I’m living my dream.

Dreams whitewash reality.

I’ve never been this tired. Not when I worked eighteen-hour-days during tax season. Or when I performed onstage in a string of late nights. Wherever people show up, they expect my best self……and they deserve it to reward their sacrifice of valuable time.Continue Reading

I’m having a blast with my Wednesday posts. It’s a challenge to find compelling online content about making memories.

I recall my one college psychology class. Because I REMEMBER that class. Boring. Boring. BORING.

When I found Crash Course Psychology on YouTube, I wasn’t impressed. I mean, BORING. I couldn’t erase the word “boring” from my long-term memory’s association with psychology.

Until I clicked “PLAY.”Continue Reading