Lagniappe

The sound of quiet drifting over the mountains was audible as I sat alone by the fire, immersed in solitude while my young children slept upstairs. I let my book fall and gazed out over the moonlit snow. It was delightfully beautiful and already deep enough for...

Life is rather mundane most of the time. We spend the majority of our minutes in activities neither enlightening nor thrilling. It’s a shame, but true. But on occasion, if you open yourself to the wonderment of the mundane, you can transcend the flatness of ordinary...

Listening to the sounds of a neighborhood, of lives being lived, of a community vibrating, I was enveloped by the joyous noise of life in the city. I was sitting on my deck the other night enjoying the cooler weather, which I suspect may be the last respite before the...

I love the holidays. The bright lights, cold weather (I hope), soups, long sleeves, down comforters, presents under the tree, the bright eyes of little ones, the scent of fresh pine boughs in the house…yes, these are a few of my favorite things. While I could list...

At the ripe old age of twenty-one, I was looking for adventure. The whole world lay before me—San Francisco, New York, Europe—and I was anxious to explore it all. But I fell in love. The object of my affection was leaving New Orleans for the primitive wilds of the...

I am walking down the street, in a hurry going back to work, rushing to make the light. Foiled, I wait on the edge of rushing traffic, exhaust fumes, honking. I am irritated because they are getting where they’re going faster than I. Glancing around nervously,...