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For those of us who cherish visits to Asheville, North Carolina, the city’s devastation in the wake of Helene is a stark reminder that autumn, the hallmark of Asheville’s annual calendar, will…

I’ve continued to think about James Earl Jones since his death last month at 93, which focused lots of well-deserved attention on his legendary acting career. But Jones is also worth rememberi…

I work from home a good bit, which means I’m often around when the mail carrier arrives at our front porch. I usually hear her before I see her, the gentle sound of mail landing in our box now…

When we put up our big birdhouse a couple of years ago, it looked as perfect as a church. The white walls and copper roof shined each day and glowed mildly in the moonlight. Things are differe…

When my sister-in-law closed out her summer this year with a trip to the beach, I gave her a copy of Valérie Perrin’s “Forgotten on Sunday” to take along. That book, and an earlier Perrin nove…

Fifty years ago this year, on Jan. 31, 1974, CBS premiered a film adaptation of “The Autobiography of Miss Jane Pittman,” which became the most-watched television movie in history. The product…

In 1987, I drove to Slidell to get a glimpse of a bald eagle that had nested near the highway. I arrived in early afternoon, which isn’t the best time for birdwatching. I didn’t see much — jus…

In the Louisiana summers of my childhood, an older brother and I sometimes fought boredom with our grandfather’s magnifying glass, heading outside to see what we could set on fire.

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Although grown-ups are supposed to shield children from scandal, my parents didn’t bother sending me out of the room as news of the Watergate cover-up forced President Richard Nixon from offic…

In the summer of 1983, deciding I had the world pretty much figured out, I dipped into Louisiana author Walker Percy’s “Lost in the Cosmos,” his dryly comical rumination on the nature of exist…

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While I was deep in the newspaper the other morning, a sound from the patio, like the steady shake of a maraca, took me out of the headlines. Glancing out the window, I quickly solved the ridd…

When my daughter was small, she’d sometimes announce to the rest of the house that her dad was watching Book TV in the den. I once asked how she knew about my viewing choice without entering t…

At a local writing workshop I was asked to chair a few weeks ago, we each got a new pocket journal for the ride home. The parting gift chimed nicely with one of my workshop lessons, which invo…

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Louisiana got some positive media coverage in The New York Times this month, scoring a nice publicity coup in part because of the lively bookstore scene in New Orleans. The Times article, writ…

I’ve been remembering my late father, gone many years now, as another Father’s Day rolls around, though he comes to me more often in the quiet hours of an ordinary day rather than banner occasions.

Smiley Anders, whose column appeared in this newspaper for many years, will be remembered as an artful scribe, leaving behind thousands of columns and several published collections of his work…

Although summer is supposed to be our most open season, a time for backyard barbecues and hammock-strung afternoons, epic heat and drought brought a different feel to things in Louisiana last year.

It happened a few weeks ago, as C-SPAN Book TV host Peter Slen and I were wrapping up a conversation for an upcoming show about the joys of classic books. Slen was finishing our Zoom chat when…