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On Sundays, following chapel services at St. Mary’s, we sit at long tables in the refectory, enjoying the view of the Cumberland Valley thro... -
Yesterday, I went to a matinee of the movie version of IN THE ELECTRIC MIST WITH THE CONFEDERATE DEAD, a mystery written by New Iberia’s nat... -
Ginger in coulee “Coulee” is a French word derived from “couler” which means “to flow,” and is used to describe a channel created by ... -
This problem occurred in the early morning when I awakened. Should a blogger write about a “pouf” or a stuffed bear that has survived the ta... -
Saturday evening, we were guests at Belmont Plantation where we joined in a celebration honoring Guy Estes who recently received an M.A. in ... -
Last year, I wrote a piece about finding a small Episcopal Church near Sewanee that was tucked away on Ladds Cove and Kirby Tate Road with a... -
For seven days, we’ve been wood shedding at Crossville, Tennessee, a hilly town northeast of Sewanee in the Cumberland Mountains. Alth... -
Dr. Tina Theriot “Is that your Harley in the parking lot?” I asked Dr.Tina Theriot during my Monday morning visit to the chiropra... -
Petite Marie Melancon (heroine of my young adult novel, THE KAJUN KWEEN) lived on the chenier plains of Louisiana, “places where old beach r... -
Yesterday afternoon, one of my closest friends in New Iberia called me, and when I answered, she almost shouted, “Just don’t even come home;...
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