The girth of our gratitude is proportionate to the depth of our perspective. This truth was once again made apparent as I visited with my 87-year-old mother prior to this year’s Thanksgiving holiday. It has …
The following is a talk that my departed grandmother invited me to give for her Sunday School class at First United Methodist Shreveport which, due to some confusion, was given in its entirety to the …
Age really wasn’t the issue. It was just a way of dismissing me. I was too young only because in interfered with their itch being scratched.
I grew up in a Southern Baptist world filled with sacred tunes of both the vintage and contemporary variety. Ironically, the tune that has framed my spiritual experience more than any other stemmed not from …
Dear Dad, You went to be with Jesus 10 years ago. In honor of a decade of the best 10 years of your existence, I wanted to give you an update on how things have …
Am I Hispanic? It seems like such a simple question. But ethnic identity can be complicated these days. I’m 6’5″ with grey eyes and light skin. My mother was from the Appalachian hills in east …
The fat water snake didn’t know what to make of us. It had slithered down toward the river, probably seeking the same swimming hole where we were spending the afternoon. Maybe it wanted to catch …
I first wrote this as a long rambling Facebook status. After someone shared it, I decided that I should make it into a short post. I think with the elevated politicization of, well, everything, over …
I think everyone on Facebook has a few grammar nerds who regularly post about things like the Oxford Comma or rant about the improper use of the word “literally.” While I’m not aggressive about these …
My dad passed away about six weeks ago. My mother passed away almost 14 years ago. Our family home was sold last year. I find myself feeling unmoored in a way I have never felt …