by Rebecca Melançon | Feb 14, 2015 | Lagniappe
Love. It’s a small innocuous word. Trite sounding even. Only four letters. Only two vowels. Its structure is simple, not even any descenders (those tails on letters such as y and p). I have love, share love, receive love and am in love. Nothing comes close to...
by Rebecca Melançon | Aug 10, 2013 | Lagniappe
I usually fly through the house. Always on one mission or another, I attempt warp speed on the longer stretches, especially the hallway. But every once in a while I pause to gaze at the photo gallery hung in the hall. It contains photographs of my two children,...
by Rebecca Melançon | Oct 18, 2012 | Lagniappe
Sometimes life delivers an extraordinary perfect moment, usually unexpected and always unannounced. One such moment was recently delivered to me. Throughout the year I had been in the practice of gathering fallen sticks into a clearing for a fire. Branches that fell...
by Rebecca Melançon | Apr 27, 2010 | Lagniappe
A friend was outraged over the idea of ordering groceries over the Web. “Cyber groceries. Web watermelon. Internet ice cream! Good God. Can you believe that? We’re going to close ourselves off from all human contact.” I said that, actually, I’d love to order my...
by Rebecca Melançon | Aug 7, 2003 | Lagniappe
When I moved to the country, life had much to teach me. Educated, young and thinking I knew damn near everything, I was introduced to a whole new way of seeing in my years in the wilderness. One of the new concepts I was introduced to was pie suppers. Doy was a...
