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A marvelous bird is the pelican . . .
. . . his beak can hold more than his belly can! He can hold in his beak enough food for a week, But I do wish I knew how the hell he can. I learned this from my daddy when I was a child. I’m not sure where it originated, but since he was…
Riding High on the Victory Cloud!
LOWA, the Louisiana Outdoor Writers Association, recruited me for membership back in 2005 based on my book, Before the Saltwater Came. I didn’t see how such a book qualified me for membership, but it did. Among the handful of women members at that time was Susan Gros, a national fishing champion, and I was starry eyed and a wee bit intimidated!
Happy New Year & Pointsettias
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CooNee Returns!
I didn’t tell you that CooNee was gone, because I was too sad about it and I was hoping she would return. Last Monday while we were gone all day, something happened to The Big Yellow Dog and CooNee. They disappeared. KatyBug sent me a hilarious story of how she imagined the two of them…
Judging the Pontchatoula Gumbo Cookoff
Very quickly, before I hit the road, let me invite you to come visit me in Pontchatoula tomorrow (Saturday, Feb. 27th). I will be one of a panel of judges for the Annual Pontchatoula High School Football Booster Club Gumbo Cookoff. Benefits go toward a scholarship fund in honor of a football player who was…
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!