Happy Bayou Easter!
Only down the bayou!
Only down the bayou!
Sometimes, Life throws an amazing curve ball, like the one I was thrown last spring when I launched the first Bayou Woman Adventure. Utilizing the avenue of social media via Facebook, I pitched it out there, and it went straight for a bit, and then that ball made the most awesome curve, and who knew what kind of game that would lead to?
7th Annual Bayou Dularge Trash Bash a smashing, trashing success!
Well, my dear folks, it’s way past time for a blog post, and I’ve been silent for far too long, but certainly not by choice. I’d like nothing better than to have the time to write several creative posts per week for you; alas, neither time nor life has been so kind.
Gone are the days when his ancestors stalked buffalo on the Louisiana prairies. Gone also are the days they used tomahawks to slay their supper. But Houma Indian, Rickey Verrett, still stalks his prey and still wields a hatchet on a regular basis.
This post was originally planned to be abour Mardi Gras, but things changed when I received a call last night from Bayou Fabio saying, “I’m on the Internet now! With my picture and all.”