Faith, Fiction, Friends

Forty-five years ago this past Sunday, I know exactly where I was. I was sitting in the living room of the girl I had been dating w...

Whenever we return to my hometown of New Orleans, we inevitably drive all over to see friends, visit the French Quarter, see my older b...

A few years ago, I was known to haunt used book fairs and come home with bags chock full of what I called “great buys” and my wife called...