. . . called Fruit of the Womb. I know it sounds really corny, but I have been bearing and rearing children since I found out I was expecting in February 1982. These fruits have been and are still a very big part of my life and have helped shape the good parts of the woman I have become. So, I will be featuring one of my children at a time in upcoming posts. I hope you will enjoy them to the degree that I am proud of them!
Three years ago, a writer friend of mine who works for the Baton Rouge Advocate was pressed for time on a deadline and asked me to help him out. I wasn’t sure I could handle it–I was not a journalist. At that time, I had written a couple outdoor magazine articles but nothing for a…
What do cypress trees, honky-tonks, acrylic paints, Cerebral Palsy, and the Vatican have in common? It’s not a what but a who. And that who is a self-made Cajun folk artist named Hank Holland.
Or Happy New Year to all of you near and far! I spent the last day of the year fishing. Yep. Fishing and fishing with two other women and not a whole lot of catching. After four hours, we went home with about six speckled trout, which is better than being “skunked”. And now I’d…
They call themselves The Assorted Nuts, and they hail from Pineville, Louisiana. From the Amazing Almond to the Wonder Woman Walnut, (WWW), they were a bowful of fun and more during their Bayou Woman Adventure (BWA).
And the message on this sign is exactly why you see the windshield wiper in the bottom right edge of photo. No way was I getting out of my car to take this picture! These folks live about a half mile down the bayou from me. This is their bayouside, where they keep all their…
Not sure how things are in your neck of the woods when it comes to Halloween, but it is a BIG holiday down the bayou. Some folks go all out and stuff clothing to look like real people and place them on their front porches. One family stuffed male clothing, added a milk-jug head, and propped the poor fellow on top of a riding lawn mower in the front yard. Porches are covered in spider webs. Yards are full of grave markers–some with names and messages.
I can’t wait! What a good idea.
Happy New Year, Sis! Happy New Year back!