Well, it’s here. That time of year when, as much as I try not to, I find myself in a bit of a post-holiday funk. I know I should feel excited about a new year…blank slate, new adventures, and all of that…but invariably, I find myself a little blue. I have tried to pinpoint what […]
I’ve been feeling somewhat uninspired in the writing department lately, so I decided to see if a change of scenery would work a little magic…or if not full-blown magic, at least clear my head and spark some new ideas. I jumped in my Jeep and headed to the lakefront and, you know, it’s pretty hard […]
I’m fairly certain I first knew I wanted to be a writer sometime during my sophomore year of high school. I had always enjoyed writing for fun, but it was a commendation report from my English teacher Ms. Zinck that made me think I might be sort of good at it. To have a teacher […]
For thirty years I had been telling my sad story…Rick Springfield, my obsession for most of the 1980s, almost touched my hand at his 1983 concert at the Civic Center in Amarillo, Texas. The song was “Human Touch.” He was bringing it to life, and there I was, (and I know y’all will find this […]
Sometimes I sit and think about my life and I wonder when it happened. When did I stop feeling like a Texan and begin to think of myself as a Louisianan…and more specifically a New Orleanian. Was it while I listened to a great little street band in the French Quarter? Or was it while […]
