Art: Let it Go

Sometimes you just have to let shit go, no matter how deep the burn.

News: Oh Malheureuse!

I’m very excited to have three of my poems in French posted at La Prairie des Femmes as part of her “Oh Malheurese!” series. On her blog, teacher, writer, musician and photographer Ashlee Wilson Michot recalls, “As a woman who learned lots of French from Cajun and Zydeco music, I was struck at how many…

Ruminations: Anniversaries, Adulting and Snuggling with Tina Fey

Yesterday would have been my great-grandfather’s 118th birthday and my 26th wedding anniversary. The day before yesterday would have been Nana and PawPaw’s 74th anniversary? Whoa.   I was a young thing when I got married, and it only lasted a couple of years. But I will say it was a learning experience. I have…

Ruminations: Seattle: Coffee, Donuts and Another Life

Two days ago was National Donut Day. We have decent (actually really good) donuts in Lafayette, but certain foods oftentimes taste better when you have memories to attach them to. When I was little, I really loved Shipley Do-Nuts in Alexandria. Not only were they packed with sugar plus jam or icing or creamy stuff, but…

Prose: Seattle: Everything’s Going to be OK

I used to live a few blocks up, behind you, and around the corner. You can’t see it but up there is Joe Bar. It has cozy loft spaces for sitting and sipping coffee or wine or eating crepes, but they’re tiny and get hot in the summer. The spaces, not the crepes. Across the…

Prose: Summoning Seattle

Even though it’s a balmy 1,000 degrees out in South Louisiana, today I will be summoning my inner Seattle. Memories, so many. Feels like yesterday. We were all hangin’ patchouli’d-out, cloves-in, at Ernie Steele’s. Where were you? Living in the 90s. Drum beats. Wood floors. Vampires in my bed. “You’re life’s just like Singles,” she…