No sneaux in Michigan

If you were to combine all of the inches of snow that Louisiana has ever gotten in my twenty-four years, it would still not be as thick as the blanket that Baton Rouge and Lafayette got last night.  For some confusing reason, this picture makes me more homesick than anything else yet: from Advertisements

Hold That, Tiger

Stolen (ironically) from Perhaps I should start by saying that I love my Louisiana home, as anyone in Grand Rapids may quickly attest to.  Ever since I visited France and saw that there was a part of the world that not only understood my home but loved and appreciated it, I’ve been a staunch … Continue reading

Hot Hot Heat / Half a Year in Song

Nineteen-hundred miles later, I’m back in the swamps, ringing out my shirts and screaming about football.  I love Louisiana so much it hurts sometimes.  It hurts when I drive through Baton Rouge, past my old house in the Garden District and the little clap house on State; it hurts when I talk to my friends … Continue reading