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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... -
Although I try to “keep up,” I confess to being somewhat of a Luddite, often lagging way behind contemporary social customs, and last ... -
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;... -
This morning, an invitation for me to attend a fundraiser at the Bayou Teche Museum in New Iberia, Louisiana, where I live part of the year,... -
Ginger in coulee “Coulee” is a French word derived from “couler” which means “to flow,” and is used to describe a channel created by ... -
For seven days, we’ve been wood shedding at Crossville, Tennessee, a hilly town northeast of Sewanee in the Cumberland Mountains. Alth... -
Petite Marie Melancon (heroine of my young adult novel, THE KAJUN KWEEN) lived on the chenier plains of Louisiana, “places where old beach r... -
Most people who know Dr.Victoria Sullivan (otherwise known as Vickie) recognize that she is a gifted person in many fields, and it’s not sur... -
A bouquet of tulips arrived on my doorstep yesterday, a Mother’s Day offering from my youngest daughter, Elizabeth, who lives in California....
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