There is a Facebook photo post that I can’t shake. The first time I saw it, I stared at it for several minutes. It conjured up so much emotion. For a bundle of reasons, I had to put the heart-wrenching photo on my Facebook page.
OK, I am fed up again with the people who don’t give a hoot about anything but their own little world of cellphone dependence, especially those sitting at traffic lights.
Yes, it hurt. It still hurts. When President Donald Trump dropped the “L” word the other day, it resonated with me and probably millions of others, especially those who look like me. Trump compared the impeachment proceedings going on against him …
If you haven’t voted already, then you need to get to your polling place sometime today and the sooner the better. If you have to stand in a line a few minutes, it wouldn’t be the worst thing that could happen to you.
I saw something yesterday that I have never seen before. A woman being sentenced for murdering an unarmed man having hair rubbed and fondled by a court bailiff right there in the courtroom.
I recently went to a local media business where a couple of my longtime friends work. I go there a couple times a year, and it’s always the same thing. I do what I came there to do, and then we gather, and everything dissolves into a joke session.…
It started out as an easy assignment for my church: Cobble the 100-year history of New St. John Baptist Church from photos into a video.
I have joined that unenviable list of people who have surrendered their emotional lives to that device from hell — the cellphone. It’s the devil, I tell ya.
School started in East Baton Rouge Parish this week and most places around the state. The happiness and the trepidation are posted on social media.
It was a pleasant summer morning recently to be driving, but the threat of another roasting day was staring back at me on the dashboard thermometer. It was nearly 90 degrees — barely three hours after the rooster had crowed the day awake.
It all started the other day when I showed a co-worker a photo of a can of beef promoted as sitting in its own juices. I asked if she would consume it. As expected, she recoiled at such a hideous idea.
Many years ago, I was a college student trying to hustle a few dollars in tips at a Baton Rouge drive-in called Hopper’s, where I waited on patrons in their cars.
My friend Guy Reynolds, an award-winning photojournalist and former Advocate staffer, went toe-to-toe with cancer for more than two years. It was stage 4, one of the toughest to overcome, entailing dozens of treatments and the loss of his esophagu…
It was all I could take in recent days. The president of the United States called the Duchess of Sussex, Meghan Markle, “nasty” and then denied it, even though his words had been recorded.
I was 14 years old, about 5 feet tall, and all of 115 pounds soaking wet. I was a middle school ninth grader who wanted to be a cornerback on the football team.
“I’m proud of myself because, at first, I didn’t want to do this topic, but afterward, I was happy to be put in this group. And I was happy to have had this opportunity.”
I couldn’t shake the sight Tuesday night of a photo of a woman screaming in agony at the lifeless body of her 15-year-old son laying in the street next to a curb in Baton Rouge.
It was the final question of the last debate in the 2003 race for governor of Louisiana. How that question would be answered would let everyone know what I already knew: Kathleen Babineaux Blanco was both kind and incredibly strong.
Besides making me angry and sad, the recent burnings of three historically African American churches in St. Landry Parish brought back memories, some great and some painful, but all grounded in love of the black church.
Several of my high school buddies and I decided at the last minute to join a group cleaning up the historic Lutheran Benevolent Society Cemetery in the community where we grew up.
It has been quite a learning experience for me and the 11th-graders I have been meeting with once a week over the past several months. I wrote about them several weeks ago. We have since taken a seed of an idea that now looks like it might bear fruit.
Recently, staring down my driveway as I took out the trash, my mind started to drift. A lot had changed since first time I did it, thousands of trips ago.
I’m a New Orleans Saints fan, so don’t tell me I should be over the grand theft of our Super Bowl chance that happened last Sunday at the Mercedes-Benz Superdome. I will have none of it.
On Monday the country — well some of it — will again celebrate the life of a civil rights icon, the Rev. Martin Luther King, Jr. He was an imperfect man who was nevertheless able to get the country to take a look at itself in connection to race an…
Just as I bounded out of my vehicle at the grocery store the other day, I saw a car roll into the vacant handicapped parking spot. Out jumped two young people. Both were walking great and laughing. In fact, they seemed pleased that they got the cl…
In a few days, we will be tossing 2018 out with the trash and will be opening the door to 2019. The start of a new year is always exciting as we wonder what will these new days bring.
Early one recent morning, I was getting out of my truck in the parking lot at my office. I was in my usual ready-for-work mood, but a little annoyed by some crazy predawn tweet from you know who that the news show hosts were discussing on the radio.
It’s probably the first and only time Gov. John Bel Edwards will feel gratified that U.S. Sen. John Kennedy marches to the beat of his own drummer.
Some of you are probably sitting there wondering why you ate so much on Thanksgiving Day. And, you are thinking about why you can’t stop eating today.
The words came flying in from Mississippi and they were unbelievable. They were spoken by a politician, and they were so cruel and racist that the distance that they traveled did not soften them.
Sadly, the stench of politics is consuming us right now. It is oozing from the volcanic piles of lies, racism and anger spewing from the top offices in the land.
Depending on where you stand in America right now, I saw either one of the most encouraging or one of the most dangerous sights in this country recently on my local television stations and in this newspaper.
I like to observe people, which often leads me to become too easily annoyed. There are other times I find a silver nugget of happiness in life’s gravel pit.
I was enraged when I got the news that LSU basketball player Wayde Sims had been shot to death. I said to my television: "How could something like this happen? What could be the reason? Who the hell would do this?"
I don’t have any children or grandchildren at my alma mater, McKinley High School in Baton Rouge, but I felt it was worthwhile to attend its first home football game, give the school a few dollars, cheer on the team that is going through hard time…
Sept. 22, is National Hunting and Fishing Day — an event I’m not touting to promote the Louisiana Department of Wildlife and Fisheries, where I work.