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FIXIN’ TO: THE BUSIEST THING I DID ALL DAY

By Mark Morgan www.markmorganbooks.com I woke up the other morning with a full head of ambition and absolutely no intention of usin’ it. I was fixin’ to clean out the truck. Fixin’ to run by the courthouse. Fixin’ to swing past Main Street like I had important business instead of just curiosity. By noon, I hadn’t done a thing except wear a path from the coffee pot to the porch, but I was wore out just the same. That’s when it hit me— fixin’ to might be the most powerful phra

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Mar 72 min read

Things You Can’t Put Your Hands On (And Why They Don’t Trust You Back)

By Mark Morgan www.markmorganbooks.com I been thinkin’ lately about how many important things in life we’ve decided no longer need to be touched. Not held.Not weighed in your hand.Not set down on the tailgate so you can look at it sideways and decide if it’s worth keepin’. They tell me my life’s work is now “in the cloud.” Now I’ve lived in Scott County long enough to know a cloud when I see one. I’ve watched ‘em pile up over Lake Hinkle, turn the water the color of weak coff

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Feb 213 min read

It Ain’t About the Flowers

by Mark Morgan www.markmorganbooks.com Valentine’s Day has a way of makin’ folks nervous. It shows up every year dressed in red and pink, expectin’ everybody to prove somethin’, whether they were plannin’ to or not. A fellow can get to thinkin’ it’s all about the flowers. Or the candy. Or the card with just the right words picked off a rack that’s been sayin’ the same thing since about 1973. But I reckon it ain’t. Truth is, most of us already know the flowers won’t last. The

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Feb 132 min read

LOL Ain’t Got No Handshake

By Mark Morgan www.markmorganbooks.com I was sittin’ on Main Street the other afternoon, takin’ my time the way a person ought to when they ain’t got anywhere important to be, watchin’ folks scurry by like somebody had hollered “free pie” down by the post office. That’s when my phone buzzed. Didn’t ring. Didn’t chirp. Just buzzed, low and nervous, like a June bug trapped in a coffee can. It was a text. Three letters. LOL. I stared at it a spell, tryin’ to recall the last time

Mark Morgan

Feb 93 min read

Friends, Followers, and the One Who Shows Up Anyway

By Mark Morgan www.markmorganbooks.com I reckon we’re livin’ in the only time in history where a man can have five hundred friends and still have to scoot his own couch. You hear folks brag about it, too.“Got five hundred friends,” they’ll say, like they’ve just won the county fair blue ribbon for socializin’. Now I ain’t sayin’ that’s not somethin’. Five hundred’s a heap of folks. That’s about how many people you’ll see driftin’ through Main Street if there’s a sale goin’ on

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Jan 302 min read

The Beeping Chariot

By Mark Morgan www.markmorganbooks.com I reckon I finally figured out why folks in the city always look worn down — they’re bein’ supervised from the moment they turn the key… or whatever it is you turn these days. I climbed into one of them new trucks the other afternoon, just to see what all the hollerin’ was about, and I’ll say this much: that thing had more opinions than a church potluck where everybody brought potato salad. Back in the old days, a truck was a simple cr

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Jan 233 min read

The High-Speed Chase and the Fancy Food Fiasco: A Small-Town Take on Modern Chaos

By Mark Morgan www.markmorganbooks.com I’ve been watching the news lately, and I reckon if city folks ever slowed down long enough to blink, they’d think the world had ended. Between high-speed chases on TV, helicopters buzzing like mad hornets, and traffic acting like it’s late for its own funeral, it feels like common sense took a wrong turn somewhere outside town. And that’s when this fancy food fiasco really got started. Every night there’s a “high-speed chase” on TV. Sir

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Jan 163 min read

“When Common Sense Didn’t Need Batteries (or a QR Code)”

By Mark Morgan You can find my Children’s books at: WWW. MARKMORGANBOOKS.COM I ain’t mad at progress.I just wish it wouldn’t sneak up on me sideways. Seems like everywhere I turn these days, somethin’s blinkin’, beepin’, scannin’, or askin’ me if I’m sure I want to continue. Back when I was growin’ up, the only thing that ever asked you that question was your mama — and she already knew the answer. Take the grocery store. I walked in the other day just needin’ a sack of corn

Mark Morgan

Jan 103 min read

New Year’s Resolutions and Other Things We Swear By

By Mark Morgan Every New Year, folks get real serious right about midnight — when the fireworks fade, the snacks run low, and somebody’s already fixing’ to regret something. That’s when the resolutions show up, polished up like new wagon wheels… right before they hit the first stump and wobble clear into February. Some people look for fireworks at midnight. We just looked for trouble, and nine times outta ten, trouble had already found us — usually yonder near where somebody

Mark Morgan

Jan 22 min read

“We Ain’t Got Much… But We Had a Whole Lot”

Getting ready for Christmas back then didn’t start with shopping carts or credit cards.It started with a Sears catalog laid out on the floor like sacred scripture. We circled things with a pen like we were making deals with Santa himself — knowing full well he might glance at it, nod politely, and move on. You learned early not to circle too confident. Mama put up a few decorations — not enough to impress company, but enough to make the house feel like Christmas had moved

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Dec 27, 20252 min read

Dragging Main in the Dead of Winter

By Mark Morgan Check out my books at: markmorganbooks.com Back when dragging Main was the closest thing we had to a Friday-night luxury cruise, we thought nothing in this world could slow us down. But winter in Waldron had a way of humbling even the toughest kid with a fresh tank of gas and a loud exhaust. Summer dragging? That was easy.Windows down, elbows out, yelling across traffic at friends we’d already seen twice that day. Main Street was our kingdom. But winter? Winte

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Dec 19, 20254 min read

“Winter, When We Worked Harder Preparing Than It Ever Snowed”

By Mark Morgan Reed more Stories at. Markmorganbooks.com Winter in a small town don’t just slip in quiet-like. No sir. It sends warnings , the way your aunt used to holler, “Y’all better straighten up — company’s comin’!" Around here, it starts with somebody at the gas pump mumbling, “Feels like snow’s a-brewin’.” And that one sentence hits the town harder than caffeine in a Baptist potluck. Within ten minutes, every momma in Scott County is at Buddy Grays and Piggley Wiggly

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Dec 15, 20252 min read

“Real Country (and Walking the Straight and Narrow… Sideways)”By Mark Morgan

Markmorganbooks.com Back when hard work started before daylight and ended whenever the last tool got put back—usually somewhere it didn’t belong—we lived what folks these days like to call “real country.” We didn’t talk about being country.We just were. We read the Good Book when we could, and we tried to walk the straight and narrow… but Lord knows we walked it sideways , tripped over it twice, and sometimes backed right over it in a pickup with mud tires. And yeah, we

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Dec 5, 20252 min read

🦃 “Thanksgiving, Back When Chaos Was Part of the Recipe”

*By Mark Morgan www.markmorganbooks.com Back in the late ’70s and all through the big-haired ’80s, Thanksgiving in a small country town like ours didn’t just happen — it erupted , like a casserole volcano wearing a marshmallow hat. And Lord knows we wouldn’t have had it any other way. You could tell it was Thanksgiving because by 7 a.m., half the town smelled like dressing, and the other half smelled like somebody had burnt the first batch and started over. The whole place

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Nov 28, 20253 min read

🪶 “Where the Road Gets Dusty and the Heart Gets Full”

By Mark Morgan If you ask a city fella why anybody would choose a small town, they’ll stare at you like you just asked ’em to explain algebra backwards.City folks think happiness comes from tall buildings, loud sirens, and paying fifteen dollars for a cup of coffee so small you need a magnifying glass to find it. But out here in small-town country—where the roads get dusty, the hills get rowdy, and the neighbors know more about your life than your doctor—we’ve always known b

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Nov 21, 20253 min read

“When a Summer Day Could Last a Whole Week”

By Mark Morgan Back when summers moved slower than a three-legged turtle in a tar pit, And we liked it that way. Summers stretched out long and syrupy, sweet as the sun tea steeping on the back porch, and twice as strong. Kids didn’t stay inside back then — that was considered a medical emergency. We were outside from breakfast till dark, screamin’, hollerin’, riding bikes with no helmets, and playing tag like our lives had warranties. A whole neighborhood of kids could be lo

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Nov 17, 20253 min read

🪶 “Back When Safety Was Just a Suggestion”

By Mark Morgan There was a time — and some of y’all remember because you’ve still got the scars — when safety wasn’t a rule, it was more of a polite idea your mother mentioned once and then forgot about. Back then, if something didn’t have sharp metal, fire, electricity, or wheels attached, it wasn’t considered a toy — it was called decoration. We didn’t grow up wearing helmets. The only people wearing helmets were football players and fellas who worked on power lines — and

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Nov 6, 20253 min read

📖 “Back When Green Stamps Were Gold”

By Mark Morgan Back in the 1980s, when hair was big and patience was bigger, we didn’t scroll—we waited. If you wanted instant answers, you asked your neighbor, not your phone. And nine times out of ten, your neighbor was wrong—but at least they said it with confidence. If life moved any slower, we’d have needed jumper cables to start Monday. Still, we were happy. As my uncle used to say, “The slower you live, the longer your coffee stays hot.” We had S&H Green Stamps , the

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Oct 31, 20253 min read

🎱 Friday Nights and Pepperoni Lights

By Mark Morgan If you grew up in Waldron around 1979 or 1980, you already know where the Pizza Barn sat — right there on the bypass, glowing like a neon miracle in the Arkansas night. One side of the building smelled like heaven’s kitchen — hot pizza, toasted subs, and laughter. The other side? A full-blown arcade and pool hall, where teenage dreams went to live fast, die broke, and respawn with another quarter. It was a split personality kind of place: pizza on the right, pi

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Oct 23, 20253 min read

📰 When a Fill-Up Came with a Side of Friendship

By Mark Morgan Back before gas pumps started talking to us in robotic voices about “insert chip” and “remove card,” there was a time when filling up your tank came with a whole lot more than gasoline. It came with service. The kind that smelled faintly of oil, sounded like friendly gossip, and made you feel like your truck just got baptized. You’d pull up to the station, roll down your window, and before you could even say “Regular,” some fella in a starched shirt and a smil

Mark Morgan

Oct 20, 20252 min read

New Book & Website Launch Post

🎉 BIG NEWS! 🎉
My brand-new children’s book, The Web We Weave, is officially released today — AND I have a brand-new website where you can check it out!

🕸️ The Web We Weave is a delightful, rhyming story about two mischievous little spiders, teamwork, and learning the importance of telling the truth. Bright illustrations, fuzzy fun characters, and a moral that will stick with kids (and grownups) long after the last page.

✨ And now you can find all my books, free coloring books, and even fun kids’ recipes at
👉 www.MarkMorganBooks.com 👈

📚 Whether you’re a parent, teacher, or just love heartfelt children’s stories, you’ll find something special on the site.

✅ Free downloads
✅ Meet the Author
✅ New books coming soon!
✅ Perfect for classrooms, bedtime, and gifts!

Please take a peek, share with friends, and help spread the word. Thank you for supporting independent authors like me! 💛

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