I didn’t understand why my parents didn’t like for me to spend the night with her, and I didn’t think twice when my mom had to take care of her mom after fights. They were just fights. Everyone’s parents fight.
It took me until my junior year of college to connect the dots and realize that my best friend since kindergarten was one of the estimated 3.3 million children who are exposed to domestic violence each year.
My coworkers and I just returned from a road trip this week. We traveled to Baton Rouge to attend a three-day training. We always enjoy traveling together. It gives us a chance to share work ideas and catch up with each other’s family. One thing we all have in common is we like to snack on these long trips. Any time we stop for gas or a bathroom break, we meet each other at the checkout counter with our munchies.
After what was seemingly one of the more consistently cold winters Lincoln Parish had seen in years, spring has finally “sprung,” and this morning a healthy dose of sunshine doused the area in its gleaming light.
The first signs happened a little more than a week ago as Bradford Pear trees starting to flower with white, firework-like blooms seemingly exploding out of branches, and brown thatches of dry grass starting to shown signs of greening up.
It’s a welcome sight for many of us following a long winter.
Father’s Day! I always love it, because it gives me an opportunity to extol the virtues of my own special dad. I never run out of tales to tell about him. Seriously, folks, if you had a great dad, is there ever enough good things you can say about yours?
Bill Rogers once called my dad a Ruston icon. He may have forgotten saying that, but I never shall. It was so true. He loved the town more than most, I believe. And he loved Temple Church most of all, possibly, but the town’s citizens were his friends — his extended family. I know for a fact that is how I came to treasure the townspeople as I do to this day. Ruston will always be my home.