Adventurous food escapades are one of the best parts of traveling.
Year of the Acadian Triangle Vignettes: Cajun FoodCapades
Confessions of a Closet Writer
The meandering journey of writing stories can be at least as fun as the destination.
Year of the Acadian Triangle Vignettes: Investigative Reporters, Southern Gentlemen, and Beacons of Civilization
Four unstructured days of story research stretched out in front of me, and that was surprisingly uncomfortable at first.
Year of the Acadian Triangle Vignettes: Laundry and other Exotic Places
He talked about America in glowing terms, a bit like Feivel Mousekewitz sang that there are no cats in America and the streets are lined with cheese. It made me smile.
Year of the Acadian Triangle Vignettes: Gendarmerie
There’s something a little bewitching about meeting the real life versions of the fictional heroes you create inside your imagination
Year of the Acadian Triangle: Preface
I didn’t actually set out to travel the Acadian Triangle at all, much less in the same year. When my travel plans sort of haphazardly came together for that year, I didn’t even know what the Acadian Triangle was.
Penny-word Jar Gone Awry in Public
I have a special knack for utterly embarrassing myself beyond the normal tripping over my own two feet thing, which also happens. I think it's genetic. I have exhibited this delightful gift repeatedly in work situations.
When Saving Pennies Nets You a “Crap Copper Package”
Saving pennies (and blunt honesty) only for special occasions can have unintended consequences.
Going Slightly Out of My Way for a Backstory
One day when my awesome “day job” took me to the heretofore unexplored territory of Tennessee, I seized the opportunity to rent a car and drive nearly four hours to Gatlinburg on the other side of the state… just so I could explore the Smoky Mountains for a few hours early the next morning.
Akage no An and Other Bends in the Road: Part II
Unlike Anne Shirley—who reads and quotes (and reenacts) Tennyson’s poem with such memorable panache—I don’t love poetry. I didn’t purposely set out to not love poetry, it just kind of happened without any effort at all.
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