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An Original Bayou Woman
It was 1979, and I was working as a dispatcher for ODECO. She answered the old black phone in her native tongue, her words lost on me. I had called her house to ask if her son, the crew boat captain, happened to be home. Hoping she could understand me, I continued in English, “He has to go on a run right now.” His boat was next up to take a trip out to the Gulf to deliver emergency equipment, and as night dispatcher, it was my job to find him. She understood me well enough to relate to me in broken English where she thought he might have been.

"Mom, feel like cooking some shrimp?"
BW is cooking her way through La. Fish Fry Mixes. Come see what she cooked this week!

Missing Silvy
We went to my older sister’s house for Thanksgiving Dinner yesterday, so all the second generation cousins could bury each other in leaves (or fight over the rake) . . . and the first generation cousins could talk about music and movies in a language no one over 40 understands . It was a day…
Home Alone and the Fruits of Life
Should I be broadcasting that fact to the Whole Wide World, or the World-Wide-Web, as this case may be?

In the dark of night, on a lonely road . . .
Seems like several bloggers are under the weather. While I won’t go into all my woes, suffice it to say, keeping up with posting has been quite a chore. Though I love to have you folks visit and read, being creative takes sound mind; and that’s certainly NOT how I’ve been. For the past week,…

First Annual Ladies Outdoor Learning
Several years ago, I attended the first annual Women in the Outdoors event in Bunkie, LA hosted by the Louisiana State Wild Turkey Federation Bossy Hens. That event helped me overcome my prejudices against shotguns. In October of the same year, LilSis, my friend Sherri, and I attended a Baton Rouge WITO one-day event, where…

Look at Baby’s face.
I know, poor thing. It’s like she’s asking, “Uh, when does my vacation start?” or “Did we have to bring the coon?”
Termite should write a book!