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We have some entertaining video footage from one of my daughter’s long ago dance recitals. Jessica and her tap-dancing buddies are dressed from head to toe in vivid yellow. Several times during their big number the little girls are supposed to turn right and skip-to-their-loos in a circle. This part of the routine never goes well because one of the sweet dancers keeps forgetting which

He was born in South Louisiana in 1964. As a young boy growing up in New Orleans, Will was a promising young baseball player who showed an abundance of natural talent and harbored a dream of playing in the Majors. When he was fourteen a selection was held among his All Star team for the players that would represent New Orleans in the World Series.

My husband and I have two good-looking kids and, as you may have heard me mention one or two thousand times, we’ve also been blessed with four beautiful grandchildren. The little tricycle motors have managed to turn both of us into those obnoxious grandparents we used to make fun of back in the day. We once rolled our eyes at the people who used to

******8-29-12 After watching that last storm update, I feel compelled to offer the following pertinent except from my most recent book, Sue Ellen's Girl Ain't Fat, She Just Weighs Heavy . Perhaps it will help some to refrain from sharing quite so enthusiastically.  THX! ****** On behalf of my fellow Louisianans, and our many friends in other hard hit areas of the southern region, I’d like to have a come to

Dashing off a quick post from this coffee shop before heading to the studio. Battling a killer sinus infection and my doc is out of the office. Yes, I know I could use someone else. Meet Mrs. Creature of Habit. Meanwhile, back at the home place, my men (along with thousands of their closest friends from a handful of states) are in full Hurricane Mode. Some

It was late evening. I was making my way home with only the sounds of the car beneath me breaking the silence. I needed all the quiet I could get. My mind was speeding faster than the vehicle, insistent on snatching back frustrations I was trying to lay at God’s feet, tempting me to look at the problem from yet another angle. Wasn’t there anything