Mark Morgan

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 phrase in the...

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 coffee, and soak you...

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. They do their best...