A few weeks ago I invited Jesus to meet me on The Balcony. I had something to...
the view from the balcony
What difference does it make for someone in prison to have the chance to learn how to...
The mass propagation of college football bowl games has reached the point of absurdity. Being chosen to...
In the beauty of the day, practice gratitude. In the stillness of the night, practice gratitude. In...
On October 22 Jackson’s Clarion-Ledger ran a story about how the University of Mississippi is fighting efforts...
Most Sunday mornings you’ll find me in front of my TV watching CBS Sunday Morning, followed by...
More stuff I’ve heard, read, or thought from The Balcony and elsewhere. Genu flecked. It was only...
On Thursday, September 2 at 1:14 pm, I received a communiqué via text from Sir Coonie, Lord...
In May of 2001 my son, Jonas, graduated high school. He decided against going to college, opting...
My father was a prolific and legendary gardener in my hometown of Madison, Mississippi—back when you had...
My father was a prolific and legendary gardener in my hometown of Madison, Mississippi—back when you had...
From the pen of the Sundown Cowboy, Self-Proclaimed Poet Lariat of the City Grocery Balcony… Some questions...
A couple of weeks ago I posted a video I made at “Out in the Grove: A...
Stuff I’ve heard, read, thought, and/or received from the furthest most reaches of the cosmos Penguin Conquest....
This is a bifurcated column, and there’s nothing wrong with that. This year’s crop of cicadas is...
There’s a lot to be said about the good things that have happened as a result of...
I was sitting on The Balcony above City Grocery, drinking a Greyhound, smoking a pipe, and minding...
As promised in my last column (“Notes in My Phone: Part One”), I now present “Notes in...
I currently have 371 notes in my cellphone. While there are a few old grocery lists and...
It’s been a year—a full year since the Coronavirus burst on the scene and took the entire...