As my father rapidly approaches his 70th birthday, his return to his "roots" has left the rest of the family rolling our eyes. The fraction of his genetic code that came from Louisiana means that he must now greet all strangers in French. The portion that can be traced back to the Native Americans means... Continue Reading →
Finding a New Dream
It happened when I was in my early 20s; one of those rare, personal conversations with my father. I can still picture driving through the countryside, windows down, the smell of freshly plowed dirt on my mind more than the words coming from his mouth. He was known for his lectures. My sisters and I... Continue Reading →