Faith, Fiction, Friends

It was a place of eternal fascination for me as a child. My grandmother in Shreveport had a small house with a detached one-car garage...

My favorite dessert in the entire world is vanilla ice cream. If I had to name a favorite brand (aside from homemade), it would be Blu...

North Louisiana summer hot hot on a Sunday afternoon, 4 p.m., and we would walk the short block to the red-brick church, the ope...

On back porch steps facing the garden and an open field, I’d sit next to him, a lanky compilation of gruffness and garrulousne...

Donald was a Baby Boomer, born and raised in a suburb of New Orleans. And while no suburb of New Orleans could ever be truly Americanized,...

Last week, for Bonnie Gray’s blog carnival at Faith Barista on faith, I talked about the aluminum Christmas tree we had when I was growing...

I’ve been reading Wendell Berry lately – That Distant Land: The Collected Stories (see the post immediately before this one); A Timbered Ch...