About

I wanted to play centerfield for the St. Louis Cardinals.

That didn’t quite work out.

When the ballgames finally ended, I took a job doing the only thing I knew to do.  I coached at a small school in north Mississippi.  Well, that and I taught 7th and 8th grade English—even though my degree was in Spanish.   This lasted a year, and  I’ll never forget it.  Until then, playing ball was all I thought about.  Slowly, that began to change.

See, everyday as I drove the half hour to work I listened to a local college radio station began to really enjoy a morning show with two energetic students—Scott and Jamie.  “I’ve found the girl I’m going to marry,” I told my roommate one day.  “I’ve never seen her, but I’ll NEVER forget that voice.  I’m IN LOVE with that girl on the radio.”

Teaching was great, but I decided I wanted to go to graduate school to become a writer.  Problem was, they did not want me.  After trying in vain to get accepted to the English program, I finally wandered over to the journalism school.  This was my last straw.

They let me in.

Looking to gain experience any way I could, I volunteered at the student TV station. My first day at work I heard a voice down the hall and felt for the first time that perhaps my pervious academic struggles had a purpose after all.

Our anniversary is in June.

So it was in the journalism graduate program that I found my wife, and that is also where I found another passion.  I didn’t realize it at the time, but a job with the yearbook—one to help make a little extra money—would introduce me to my second love, photography.

I wake up everyday now wondering how in the world I deserve to be so blessed.  I kiss my beautiful wife as she heads off to work, and fill my day preserving moments.  Some that are obvious.  Many that aren’t.  But all tell a story.

I still love my Cardinals.  But I wouldn’t change a thing.