Who I Am

“Writers write.”
A mentor told me that long ago over coffee beneath he oaks outside the LSU Student Union. So here I am. Still writing.

I write to notice life, remember it, and make sense of it. Small moments, questions, stories that stick—nothing fancy, just what I see, hear, and think.

I grew up in Louisiana, where rivers and bayous meet red clay underfoot. Unsweet iced tea strong enough to grow hair on your chest, mix tapes spinning stories in song, Star Trek on TV, The Hobbit on the shelf. Those years gave me a love of wonder, stories, and quiet faith.

Now past sixty, retired, I live where pine meets possibility. Days of coffee, books, quiet roads, and fingers on the keyboard. I write to explore life through faith, seeing both the struggle and the grace in ordinary days.

Veni, Vidi, Scripsi—Latin for “I came, I saw, I wrote.” A playful twist on Caesar’s veni, vidi, vici: unlike him, I don’t aim to conquer armies, just the questions in my head. Here you’ll find posts on life, music, books, trails, imagination, and memory. Take what matters. Leave what doesn’t.