Riding the Sunset Limited with a girl named Elizabeth

  “I’m a thousand miles away from home Waiting on a train.”  -Jimmie Rodgers If you’ve been following my social media this week,  you know I’ve been on a adventure. Monday afternoon I caught Amtrak’s Sunset Limited in Lake Charles and rode it to Los Angeles (arriving on Wednesday morning). Then I boarded the Coast Starlight which snaked along the Pacific Coast to San...

A devotion for the birds

For the birds May is a great month for birds. This morning was foggy with humidity you could stir with a stick, but it didn’t phase the birds. They slept in a few minutes and began their rituals slightly later. The bluebirds won the morning battle of the birds.  A quartet of them serenaded us as we walked. Arriving back at home, our resident mockingbird was in full form.  There’s no other...

“I Come to the Garden . . . .”

In the Garden It’s always been one of my favorite places. The prayer garden at Dry Creek Camp. It was evidently one of Harvey Jones’s also. He wanted his ashes spread there. His memorial service was yesterday.  It was a celebration of a richly lived life.  Harvey loved his Lord, his wife Sissy, and his family and it was a time of worship and smiles. And he loved Dry Creek Camp. When he fell...

Land of the Pines April 2012

"Louisiana's piney woods is completely different from well-known parts of our state like New Orleans and Cajun country.

Wed. March 7 What is a “whupping stick”?

This is a favorite chapter of readers of The Wayfaring Stranger. Enjoy! Joe looked at the knife he already knew too well. He had felt its cold steel against his neck. He was facing a killer and he was now at a great disadvantage. They circled each other like two dogs. Amos was moving the handle of the knife from hand to hand. ”Which hand do you want me to kill you with? I’m pretty good with...