Josh Walker Beavers
I teach at a small map dot on a black top in Louisiana.
We Must Rethink Education
Parents – get your children to take at least one Agriculture (Ag) class in school. It doesn’t matter what they want to do for a living. Get them to take Ag. One simple push from every parent in Louisiana could change the future of our state. And here’s how.
Parasites. Politicians. Soldiers. Sacrifice
My father was a soldier. Vietnam. He never talked about it much; most soldiers don’t, I’ve learned. Especially those who saw the worst of humanity and/or those who may have had to bloody their hands in the barbarity of that warfare.
Life is Better with Company
A common misconception about purpose in life is that one needs fame and fortune and force to be a success in our time on Earth. But the truth is, all one needs to make a positive mark and make a difference in this world is to have friends. And when you are gone, the measure of your impact on those around you can be appraised by the words of those companions you leave behind.
What We Tell Ourselves
Mirror talks. I heard someone use that term this week. It’s those moments you have, usually in the morning, when you’re alone. You’re at your most vulnerable because that’s when we always are - when we are alone. Teeth brushed, hair (or lack thereof in my case) fixed, deep breath taken. Ready for a new day. Ready for the people and problems that are always coming. Once more into the fray, good friends.
A politician riding a bull destroyed my country
A politician riding a bull destroyed my country. That’s a sentence that would have been laughable a decade ago, but such is no longer the way of America in the golden age of social media. So before we learn about Wyatt Benson and his bull named Bob, let’s set the scene and say why the Republican from Louisiana decided to try for his 8 seconds atop a 2,000-pound bovine behemoth.
The School Bus Driver's Lament
There’s always a first bell that sounds to signal the opening of a new school year. The kids may dread that shrill, metallic shriek, but the bus driver adored it. That ringing meant a return to normal and to the familiar, and though he was retired and had his routine during summer months, it was growing more difficult to fill his days. Getting back behind the wheel gave him solace and an outlet of productivity for however long he had left before the Grim came and took him home.
Where it all ends
Despite what man and science may tell us, the end of the world can begin in only one way and in one place. With the first of creation. God and the Devil. The first and His favorite child. Yes, God is the father of us all, but Bambino Numero Uno was Old Scratch, the Morningstar, the Dark One and a bunch of other old names that the Sunday school crowd long ago stopped whispering in favor of money management and the languages of love.