It was a pretty warm morning as I got on my knees to get a better angle to take a photograph of my father’s headstone. It was Memorial Day 2016 at Port Hudson National Cemetery.
Friday, October 21, 2016
Friday, October 14, 2016
Friday, October 07, 2016
My wife and I were waiting for the doorbell to ring on Sunday afternoon. Our friends Mike and Brenda were heading over to the house to pick us up.
Friday, September 23, 2016
Friday, September 16, 2016
I was at the foot of my driveway talking to an electrician on Wednesday evening about an idea I had about adding a couple electrical outlets to the exterior of my house. I wanted a place to plug in my generator.
Friday, September 02, 2016
There I was Tuesday morning, 10 minutes late for my photo shoot at an elementary school in Baker. I hustled out of my car to make sure I got to the office as fast as possible.
Friday, August 26, 2016
It takes a lot of mental toughness to live in my town right now. East Baton Rouge Parish is not for the faint of heart. We have overcome years of disasters by finding that thing that helps us overcome.
Friday, August 19, 2016
I felt helpless Saturday afternoon when I saw the fear on my wife’s face as we were about to abandon our house of 31 years for a future that would be decided by rising floodwaters in our neighborhood.
Friday, August 12, 2016
An African-American law enforcement officer said at a recent town hall meeting that he lives outside of East Baton Rouge Parish, but considers himself a great peacekeeper in Baton Rouge.
Friday, August 05, 2016
I recently read a federal appeals court decision that basically called North Carolina’s attempt at voter suppression somewhere between ornery and mean-spirited.
Friday, July 29, 2016
Somewhere around the third mouthful of Wednesday morning's waffles (I do some of my best thinking at breakfast) I began to think long and hard that my town really has to get it right over the next few months.
Friday, July 22, 2016
Friday, July 15, 2016
I continue to watch the video of the Baton Rouge police officers on top of a prone and struggling Alton Sterling. I heard the word “gun” and then gunshots. One. Then two. Then three. Then four. All at can’t-miss range into Sterling’s body.
Saturday, July 09, 2016
Sometimes there are things that happen that are so breathtakingly horrible that you have to take a minute to ask: What the hell is going on here?
Thursday, June 23, 2016
The recent jailing of Schaquana Spears, of Baton Rouge, for whipping three of her children who allegedly had broken into a neighbor’s house is heartbreaking and scary. Did the injuries the boys suffered warrant an arrest? Did she do the right thin…
Friday, June 17, 2016
Friday, June 10, 2016
I was sitting in a big, Dallas-area civic center last Saturday as nearly 500 young men and women walked in neat lines in their graduation caps and gowns. It was a ceremony I have witnessed many times over the years.
Friday, May 27, 2016
I am conflicted about the actions of Andrew Jones, the Amite High School valedictorian who chose to take a position on facial hair that he knew would result in him being denied participation in graduation ceremonies.
Tuesday, May 03, 2016
For about 10 minutes last Saturday, I stared at Richard “Cooter” King, a man I have grown to admire over the years. My admiration is even stronger now.
Sunday, May 01, 2016
I was doing some light reading on a recent night, glancing up occasionally at the TV as political commentators droned on about the battle for party nominations in the race for president.
Saturday, April 23, 2016
“If people are messing with you, you just kill them. … Shoot them and run, put the gun in a paper bag and drop it somewhere. I would just go home and act like nothing happened.”
Saturday, April 09, 2016
Sunday, April 03, 2016
On Wednesday night, I was among about 300 people at Elm Grove Baptist Church preparing to hear sermons on the “The 7 Sayings of Jesus,” an Easter week tradition in many churches.
Tuesday, March 22, 2016
Sunday, March 20, 2016
Monday, March 14, 2016
I don’t know Devon Gales personally, but I will probably shed a tear when I see him later today. And, my tears won’t be the only ones to fall.
Monday, February 29, 2016
My grandmother would often hold a truth and consequences meeting with me toward the end of some months. Sitting in her rocking chair, she would take a dip of J.W. Garrett snuff between her bottom lip and gums, and then she would ask if there was s…
Friday, February 26, 2016
This is election day. I sincerely hope you will go out and vote if you have not done so already. This might sound cheesy, but I still buy into the notion that too many people died or were maimed for me to have the right to vote for me not to vote …
Moderator: “Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the newly formatted televised Republican presidential debate, where there will be no tough questions. Promise.”
And there he was, the president of the United States, walking into the gymnasium at my old high school. That’s right, Barack Obama, the leader of the free world, was at McKinley High School this week in the middle of a cheering audience.
Sometimes, my grandmother and a few of the neighbor women would sit on our front porch in the evenings talking about all kinds of stuff until it was dark enough to see the lightning bugs. While most of their chatter meant little to me, I liked whe…
Polite Stewart Jr. and I had a big laugh the other day after I said to him, “So I take it from what you’re saying, you’ve been goofing off for the past three years. You need to focus on what you want to do in life.”
Way back in the late 1970s and early 1980s, I was young reporter playing on one of this newspaper’s softball teams. One of the opposing teams was a bunch of young lawyers.
For many years, my wife and I would take the drive to her mother’s house in Delhi, a small town in rural northeast Louisiana. On the route, there were three houses side by side on La. 28 in a little town called Crowville that also would catch our …
The Donald Trump phenomenon of saying whatever you want, whether it is true, false or somewhere in the fuzzy middle, with little challenge, has made me think about some of my experiences with unfettered storytelling.
I watched more than 600 students receive their diplomas yesterday at Southern University’s Baton Rouge campus. I looked at them and thought, there are probably 600 different stories about how each student arrived at his or her big day.
In early July, April Guillory was a smiling bridesmaid in my daughter’s wedding. They have been friends for years. Guillory is one of my extended family members. She has a sense of humor that meshes well with my different kind of personality. She’…
In recent months, you have come to hear the phrase “food desert” in describing part of north Baton Rouge.
Many years ago, my daughter, Mel, and I had a Saturday morning routine that involved us dancing and playing imaginary instruments to the song “Early in the Morning,” by the Gap Band.
When I was a college student, I was drawn into journalism, specifically the newspaper business, by the work of reporters Bob Woodward and Carl Bernstein, the two Washington Post reporters most credited with breaking the Watergate scandal.
I was about 5 years old when I truly began to understand that people celebrated New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day. I got the idea that it was special when I noticed that my grandmother would drink something called Mogen David.
The U.S. Justice Department found that a police officer did not violate Michael Brown’s civil rights when he shot and killed the 19-year-old to death in Ferguson, Missouri.
Alfred Adler, a noted physician and psychotherapist of the late 1800s and early 1900s, must have envisioned the Chicago Police Department and others like it when he said, “A lie would have no sense unless the truth were felt dangerous.”