Roys Sunday Letter

I go to McDonald’s drive thru once a week for two Sausage Biscuits, one of which is shared with Jazz the dog. In peak times both lanes are in use, with a line of cars. Each driver, from vans to pick-ups to SUV to the smallest of small, make our…

Beth recently joined three women friends for a Friday – Sunday weekend of travel, food, life updates, and shopping. These four departed knowing the where and some of the what of the weekend. The joy, the fun of their time together was allowing the travel, day, and evening to unfold…

Finding my way through the many, ever-changing digital platforms can be a challenge for anyone, at any age. This is especially true for elders, especially this elder. Just when I find doorway or a way around a suddenly appearing wall, there is the need for a code or undefined symbol…

In 2005, the storm surge of Katrina over-whelmed planned protections and levies, leaving New Orleans a city underwater with residents stranded on roofs, homes, jobs… a city destroyed. The New Orleans Jazz Festival is an annual international event of music, food, and culture. In 2006, the artists, sponsors, and festival…

As a writer of elder age, I am asked why I write stories. My desire is to Engage, I am Interested in how we/I meet and work through life’s challenges. I write from life events I have witnessed or from my “what if” idea bag. What if a shopping center Santa Claus, due to…

Perhaps we all have that one morning or afternoon that has remained with us over decades,  still guiding us even today. Mine was the spring of 1970, New Orleans Baptist Theological Seminary Dr. Sam Samford had finished his class notes when he looked down, was silent. Quietly, in the way…