New shoes, new school, new state.
There’s no shortage of old, interesting buildings in Exile, but this one may be my favorite. I adore the embellishments, but even more, I love the description of those embellishments. Ahem: Continue reading
I’m home this week just in time to savor pre-Mardi Gras and the beginning of crawfish season.
Happy Thanksgiving, all.
Apparently it’s Kite Festival weekend here on the island. As we drove across the causeway yesterday, we were greeted by dozens of kites floating in the air – including an impressive 30 foot whale!
Today B and I went down to the police station for a little kite workshop. B decorated a sled kite, which was then assembled using a few pieces of scotch tape. We got a few minutes of instruction from a lady kite enthusiast, who told us, “If the wind’s in your face, you’re in the wrong place,” and we were off.
Last week on social media, I compared the impending Papal visit to awaiting landfall during hurricane season. Much like the media coverage of a tropical storm in the Gulf, the lead up to the pope’s arrival in the U.S. was overblown. And yet, Exile battened down the hatches and boarded up all the windows, just in time for a weak Tropical Storm Francis to blow through. Continue reading
Aside from my parents themselves, my maternal grandmother was probably the most influential adult in my young life. I was an only child, born ten years into my parents marriage, when they were both 35 years old. If I was not with a parent, or a teacher, or the parents of a select handful of friends, I was with my Grandmother and Granddad. Continue reading