Jimmy Reed

[em]Jimmy Reed is an Oxford, Mississippi resident, Ole Miss and Delta State University alumnus, Vietnam Era Army Veteran, former Mississippi Delta cotton farmer and ginner, author, and retired college teacher. Other books by Jimmy Reed include [strong]The Jaybird Tales[/strong]. Copies, including personalized autographs, can be reserved by notifying the author via email (.(JavaScript must be enabled to view this email address)).[/em]

Most Recent Articles by Jimmy Reed:

The Spattered Batter March 20, 2019

Growing up on the Mississippi Delta

An All-Day Sucker March 11, 2019

“Folks who think money is all that matters are fools”

Junior’s Dead! March 1, 2019

In time I recovered, and gave up all notions of flying like Superman

The Pebble In His Shoe February 19, 2019

Often, when I dread what lies ahead, I visualize something to look forward to, and for reassurance,

I Will Be Your Valentine February 9, 2019

Joe held Julie tightly, and in the clear, strong voice he’d longed for all his life, nodded and said: “I will be your Valentine.”  

I Thought I’d Seen It All January 20, 2019

Finding a Fishing Honey Hole for Large Mouth Bass

Trotline Bait January 10, 2019

Serve Others — Serve God December 26, 2018

Four words sum up the secret to not living in vain: Serve others — serve God

The Greatest Gift Of All December 6, 2018

With tears streaming down his face, Corey threw his arms around his father and said, “It’s Dad: the greatest gift of all.”

Kindling The Flame That Is God November 26, 2018

Imagine a little flame inside you wanting to join the big flame from which it came: God Himself

Thanksgiving At The Gin November 20, 2018

We gave thanks for our many blessings that year, especially the bountiful crop, and then heaped our plates with delicious food.

Sometimes It Bees That Way November 6, 2018

“D-d-don’t move suddenly or shout!” I screamed, swatting, not brushing. The kids exploded like a school of minnows beset upon by garfish.

The Blessing Of Balance October 27, 2018

“Son, if you ain’t never sick, you won’t never know how good it feels to feel good,”

Ta-Wit All You Want October 17, 2018

The wren interrupted my reverie

Mistuh and Miz Goat October 7, 2018

Being the satyr he was, Giles kept Jennifer in a gestational state

Put Me In, Coach September 27, 2018

High school, football

You Ain’t Fishing If You Ain’t Fishing Cane September 17, 2018

I loved that fly rod. It was a work of art, fashioned from split bamboo cane

My Fingers Were Crossed September 7, 2018

Mom and Dad seemed satisfied, but God saw what they didn’t: My fingers were crossed.

I Knotted Not Nary ’Nother Noose August 28, 2018

Mortified, Mama froze; Gloria and Stokely entwined each other, one hissing, one screaming; and His Reverence blurted out an extremely un-ecumenical expletive.

Take A Cold Tater And Wait August 18, 2018

When waiting can be more accurately described as patience, it is good, which is what Rudyard Kipling meant in his poem entitled “If,” when he said we must “…wait and not be tired by waiting.”