Even now, I always am startled a bit when the phone rings and my sweet Aunt Elise Gifford is calling from Shreveport. For there on the phon...

I remember the first time I set foot in the hallowed halls of Jesuit High School in Shreveport. My oldest brother, John, had started his...

I contend the word "geneology" is misspelled. No, all your smarty-pants readers out there, that's not a typo in the opening s...

When John, David, Tommy and Mary Marshall were very young, each year on the first Sunday in Advent, Jack Marshall would try to set the prop...

As we officially approach the end of the annual Christmas shopping season, I am finding special inspiration in some of Jack Marshall's ...

A long time ago, I had a friend named Tommy Wall. In Jack Marshall's photograph, above, taken in the summer of 1963, my friend Tommy Wa...

Over the years, what stands out in my memories of our family Thanksgiving dinners is that they were remarkable for their lack of drama. In...