As I draw on to the end of my fifth decade, I’m feeling reflective. Indulge me in a little reminiscence, and by all means come…
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Tag: Memoir
I’ve got a new essay up at Friends of Lafitte Corridor.
Most if not all of the major spiritual traditions on our planet seem to embrace the path as a metaphor. Maybe that’s why I’ve found the prospect of a greenway in the Lafitte Corridor so inspiring over the years. There’s been something very compelling about imagining a trail in what is currently fallow, empty land — and treading that ground with others who share the dream each year.
You should go read the rest on the FOLC site.
25 years ago today I was singing this song and graduating from high school in Sweden.
Some time way back in the mid-70s, when I was in elementary school, I read about the Christian martyr Valentius. According to the account I…
Throughout my childhood my family made regular visits to my grandfather’s place, a doublewide trailer at the dead end of a long rural road, secluded…
Here’s a shot of the Times-Picayune, Section C, May 29, 2010. Oops. I still remember when I discovered the existence of typos and other such…
Sometime way back in 1992 a co-worker of mine at DialAmerica, a freaky long-haired nipple-ringed Mormon dude named Rob, told me that he and another…
Today makes ten years I’ve been working here at the University. Somehow this seems more significant than marking ten years in New Orleans. Not sure…
A well-crafted prank is a thing of beauty. I’ve pulled off a few in my day of which I am proud, but they were modest…
I’ve been feeling the pull of the past. If memory is a drug, then journals are the paraphernalia true addicts need to get that extra…
Facebook continues to amaze as I connect again and again to people with whom I haven’t communicated for up to a quarter century. So what…
Last week I promised to expand on a topic of your choosing. I thought maybe y’all would want to know about smoking pot on TV or getting arrested for streaking. But in fact far more people expressed an interest in this item:
I was epileptic, with serious seizures, but I seem to have outgrown it about ten years ago.
The people have spoken! Herewith, a brief history of my seizures.
One day when I was very young I brought home from Sunday School a page from some sort of activity booklet. I believe it depicted…
When I was a wee lad in elementary school, I was fascinated to read about the origin of the modern “heart” shape, which looks nothing…