My super-busy season has begun, and I’m so busy trying to keep up with everything that I’ve just not had time to write. However, today it’s raining, and now that I have some time to sit at my desk and write, my creative mojo is hiding from me. Not one single interesting or inspirational topic to…
In the 36 years I’ve lived only 60 miles from the Crescent City, I have never taken a guided tour, neither by mule-drawn carriage or a walking tour. But when Mrs. Coach emailed me about her upcoming visit to New Orleans and her desire to take a guided tour of St. Louis Cemetery No. 1,…
If you are new to this blog about Life in the Louisiana Wetlands, it’s time you know that once in a while I deviate from the main theme and purpose to bring you what I think might be an inspiring story from a different sector of life. This time, it is about our son with Down’s Syndrome….
dew berries tangy-sweet inside my mouth, juices dripping down my chin and front of shirt until it is hard to tell me from the violet berries. i pick them, and they prick me right back as i pluck ripe fruits from protective vines This is type of poetry is called an etheree, introduced to me…