One of my most treasured possessions is a textbook from Jack Marshall's senior year at Centenary College of Louisiana. The book, “Adver...

Imagine this. The year is 1964. Trips to Hawaii, Europe or the Caribbean – anything that requires a passport or an airplane ticket – are str...

I have a confession to make. I haven’t been completely truthful with you about something. When I wrote a few weeks ago about suffering thro...

Jack Marshall's portraits still amaze me. There is a way that some artists connect with their subjects and show you something special ...

In addition to Paris, Rome, Alaska and Hawaii on the list of places you must visit some day, you dare not forget New Orleans. Ever since...

For my 10th birthday, I had just one request. I wanted my father to take me fishing. I had it all planned. This was not going to be fishing...

Whenever a new acquaintance asks me if I have any brothers or sisters, I always tell the same story. I say, yes, I am from a good Catholic ...