This “social distancing” (SD) thing is one of the greatest inventions of mankind, right up there in company with toilet paper and chocolate covered oreos and paper books. Don’t be fooled though, it is not a new thing anymore than country music was when Waylon and Willie and Hank Jr. made it cool in the 80’s. Remember Barbara Mandrell? “I was country when country wasn’t cool?” Well, I was SD when SD wasn’t cool. As a matter of fact, I come from a long line of SDers. My parent

50 year birthday. Thanksgiving. Christmas Season. One son in college and another with his first car. It has all piled up on me. As I was driving to meet a couple of new clients this morning, my mind was flooded with memories. It was like watching an old 8mm film of my life, projected onto a white bed sheet hung from the mantle in the living room, only in my head, distracting me from the rainy day outside my jeep. I saw the mobile home on the southeast side of Monroe Louisiana

How many people have either wondered if they were, or wished they were, or maybe wished they were not, invisible, at one point or another? That one girl or guy that doesn’t seem to know you exist; that car that pulls into your lane as though you weren’t in it; or that gathering where you’re standing alone in the middle of the room and no one seems to notice when you finally leave. Or maybe you wished you were invisible when you spilled the tomato sauce down your clean white s

I graduated from River Oaks High School in 1988.  I began my time at River Oaks in fifth grade.  Moving from Swartz public school to River Oaks private school, I was immediately behind my fellow students on several points,  most notably multiplication tables.  I still don’t care for math, and as I type these posts, I am realizing why I avoid and embrace certain things today.  I have an aversion to crowds, perhaps related to my playground experiences, a strong reluctance towar

Early childhood is where I discovered my “melancholy,” as I labeled it then. I attended Lakeshore Elementary in Monroe, Louisiana, and while I knew all my classmates and got along with them, I never felt like I fit in.  I was the kid sitting on the side walk watching the other kids play kiss-chase.  I was the kid who stayed in from recess to help another student read correctly, at the request of the teacher. I liked the stricter teachers. I hated orange juice.  Still do. At t