On my honor …

This past Sunday was Boy Scout Sunday nationwide, and Mom wanted to go. She called her scouting friend who lives in Baton Rouge, found out which church had an affiliated troop, and made arrangements with the Scoutmaster. She asked Brian to iron her skirt and me to buy her a new brown belt. "To do… Continue reading On my honor …

My mama’s hands

When I was growing up, and even into adulthood, it bothered me to no end that I didn't look like either of my parents. My twin brother Mike is the spitting image of our dad, right down to his mannerisms. And my younger brother Robert shares my Mom's ears, nose, and square jawline. Both inherited… Continue reading My mama’s hands