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From New Orleans: With Awe And Wonder (Excerpt From “My Little Book of Essays”)

Written, approximately, one year before Hurricane Katrina. I’m reworking it now so it will be much longer, and hopefully better, but this is the original… all those many years ago.

From New Orleans: With Awe And Wonder

by Senator Brett

It hit me like a ton of bricks. Like an unseen predator waiting in the shadows it Continue reading


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Old Man McCarron (Excerpt from “The Ongoing Lives of Andre”)

Old Man McCarron hung his raincoat on the coat rack directly behind his front door and carefully leaned the umbrella into its usual place behind it as he entered his gray, one-story duplex half in the historic part of town. Almost by instinct he glanced over towards the small desk that had found a home in the corner immediately to his right to check and see if his answering machine had been doing its job while heā€™d been out. The frightfully small desk was Continue reading


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Excerpt From “Sunburnt in December” (The Colour of Grey)

Disclaimer: THIS IS NOT PART OF THE CHILDREN’S BOOK! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! This is an entirely different project and written from a much different voice. So… you’ve been warned. šŸ™‚

“Sunburnt in December”

Chapter: The Colour of Grey

by Senator Brett

Of all days for it to happen, it happened to be on a Friday.

The blazing inferno that is otherwise known as the Texas sun hung heavily against the late afternoon sky, its burning orange casting Continue reading


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Do You Believe in Angels?

For those of you that don’t know, I am puttingĀ togetherĀ a book of essays and commentaries that I have written, spanning over what appears to be the majority of my life. Not that I feel that I have anything unique or novel to say, but rather because it’s just a goal of mine that I intend to see through to the final end. So, for your reading enjoyment (or lack thereof)… here is the very first essay that I ever wrote, not counting high school papers. I was nineteen-years-old when I wrote this idea out. And, for those of you that know me best, you know that I rarely proof or edit anything… so there’s a good chance that this is pretty much exactly what came out. I’m actually re-reading it today for the first time in years.

To put it into perspective… the person who is the main focal point of this essay is now married and has a new child of her own.

Do You Believe in Angels?

by Senator Brett

When people ask me if I believe in angels I always answer with a definite “Yes.” when people ask me if I believe in a place called Heaven it is the same response. And, most of the time, those questions are generally followed by yet another question. The eternal question of “Why?” And, the answer I give to that question is not nearly as complex as you might think. Continue reading