After making you suffer through my essay about the Bayou People and the reasons you should love us, here’s a photo of a cypress swamp about 5 miles north of where I live at sunrise. This is my peace offering to smooth any feathers I might have ruffled. My intentions are good. And if you…
There are very few things I am as passionate about as the Louisiana wetlands. Below is a shorter version of an article written a mere 2 years after Hurricane Katrina ravaged New Orleans and outlying areas, and Hurricane Rita flooded my home and many coastal communities. Maybe you will learn a little more about the…
Man, that dance floor was hopping to the resonating beat of Cody Ledet and his Zydeco band. Even though it was chilly outside, after about an hour of dancing, the huge sliding doors were opened to cool the dancers off. Here’s Corey’s cousin, Greg Portier, playing the scrub board . . . while he played…
The first time I went to Nunu’s was with my sister, Heather Here, and we had such a great time watching everyone dance, we vowed to learn to dance and go back. Well, neither one of us has learned to Zydeco dance yet, but when my friends invited me to go, I couldn’t resist! Besides,…
My LilSis is playing tag with me, and I’m it. OK, here’s what I’m understanding about this. Someone tagged her, and she listed 7 weird things about herself on her blog, and then she tagged some other weirdos or nerds (depending on how you look at it) to do the same. She tagged our BigSis,…
I do . . . I love the old-fashioned look of narcissus growing naturally in the yard. And it thrills me to no end that these bulbs were so tenacious that they lived through being immersed under saltwater in September 2005 after Hurricane Rita flooded my community. The stagnant water remained for many weeks after…