Lagniappe

Sometimes when you think you have the least, you have the most. Sometimes less really is more. I came across a photo the other day that was the physical expression of less is more. I was transported to a time when I didn’t have deadlines and my biggest concern was...

I’m not sure when my love of gardening began. It seems to have always been a part of me. When I was a very young child I was often at my grandmother’s, but left in the care of the gardener and the cook. Both seem to have made an indelible impression on my young mind....

If you look at human nature, most of our very base behavior is designed for procreation and survival of the species. A pregnant woman produces hormones that calm and pacify her so that the baby’s cries are a beckoning call and not a message to run from the cave. It’s...

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...

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,...

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...