It’s never easy dealing with a family death. Under no circumstance are you prepared for the sudden death of a loved one. It’s even more difficult when the life lost is one that came way too soon.
Years ago I came to terms with the fact that I wasn’t a normal Louisiana native. Somehow those things that are supposed to run through your blood when you’re born in Louisiana didn’t attach to this particular Cajun-born scribe.
I haven’t officially been diagnosed with Post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD), though I suspect I do have bouts with it after my experiences of being in southwest Louisiana during Hurricane Laura on Aug. 27 of 2020.
Every four years there are certainties you can count on during presidential elections. Like clockwork, you go through this routine of excitement, interest, concern and eventually loathing, fatigue and frustration.
Hats off to our newspaper this weekend for spotlighting teachers. We dedicated this edition of the paper for teacher appreciation, and I can certainly jump on board.
There was a presidential debate this week, in case you didn’t know and have given up on politics in lieu of football season. I wouldn’t blame you at all if you did.
