The calm before the storm.

My brain is a bit cloudy these days and it is leaving me challenged to be creative.  Well that and all I can hear in my mind is the theme song to wonder pets. “Wonder pets, wonder pets, save the day” And of course I hear it in my daughters voice as she chants it around the house. She also sings a nice little song I made up about lightning bugs and how their booties glow. Because there is nothing like a kid singing about bug booties glowing.

The dense fog of winter is settling in and has taken a hold of everything even my mind. But, how can one be expected to think when it is so damn hot in January. And for us in Louisiana so damn wet. The rain is relentless. Literally we are now under a national emergency for the entire state. When it rains for a week straight here, we are in feet and feet of water and it won’t go away. This is why I think there must be tons of people murdered and dumped in the bayou. With all this gator infested water everywhere, nobody will find you. Just don’t go driving around up to no good out in cajun country. You have been warned.

Sure, I could try and come up with something to jump start my mind, but ain’t nobody got time for that. Ok that was awful. Forgive me. Maybe I will just go get my pint of Ben and Jerry’s (that I really shouldn’t have bought since they donated money against the campaign in california to label genetically  modified food) And sit on the couch and watch a documentary about the life of Buddha and enjoy the mellow calm that comes with a clouded mind.

We all know there is always a calm before the storm.


Mistaken Identity

No matter how hard

I try

There is no air left

I have looked everywhere


it is gone.

I am



one day at a time


But in the south

the air is reserved

for the white

the religious

the straight


there is no air left

for me


When you ask

“Can I please have some air”

you should

see the stares


“Who is that crazy?”

“She has air, and is just being dramatic”

“You don’t deserve air”



I do not want you air









by myself







and point


I slowly




I’m sorry

I mistook you



that cared





A Louisiana Spring

Summer is slowly trickling in this week. The air has begun to thicken. Moisture has begun to wind its way through the trees and up into my house. The camelias have bloomed all over the city. Their beautiful petals floating through the breeze.

Summer brings so many wonderful South Louisiana traditions. Warm afternoons of Jazz in the hot sun while drinking a strawberry beer. Hot Boiled crawfish spread across a picnic table covered in newspaper.

This time of year it is easy to forget that soon it will be so hot that you will not be able to remember what cold is. But for now I will sip my sweet tea on the back porch and look lovingly on the blooming flowers as the heat soothes my winter soul.

Get your mind out of the gutter

Well folks it is that time of year. The two baths a day time of year. Hey… get your mind out of the gutter. It has nothing to do with being dirty. You see 3/4 of the year in South Louisiana, it is swim outdoors kind of weather.

*why am I so specific that I say South Louisiana and not just Louisiana. Well, Northern Louisiana was settled by German Protestants where Southern Louisiana was settled by French Catholics. They are so wildly different that many feel as though it is two states bounded together as one. The strong French Cajun heritage is very deeply rooted throughout the south of the state. You can see it in the food, music, and festivals. The farther north you get the more similar to the other southern states Louisiana gets. But, I digress.

Now why would I let my daughter take two baths a day? Well usually we go swimming almost every afternoon. Since it is 60 degrees out (which is ice-cold for us) we cannot swim. So, she just naturally started asking to take two baths one day. One normal bath in the evening to scrub the dirt from the day away and one just for fun in the morning.

Many people may be appalled at such outlandish behavior. Well look out I even let her splash in the tub, color the tub with paint, bring her favorite blanket into the tub, and wait for it…. she has ten rubber duckies. I figure if you are going to break the rules you might as well go for the gold and break them all. Now if you excuse me I have to make a mountain out of bubble bath.