Photo: Mr. Matté , CC BY-SA 4.0, via Wikimedia Commons The shed’s weathervane always pointed south, its flying goose rusted still. In the loft of that shed sprawled baskets of onions, harvested by the migrant crew that passed through my uncle’s farm every autumn:...
Photo: Lafayette, CC BY-SA 4.0, via Wikimedia Commons It was a long way from Catahoula to the Acadiana Mall in 1985. Today, according to my phone, I can drive there in fifty-one minutes. Today Ambassador Caffery goes all the way to St. Martin Parish. But in 1985 it...
Photo: Lafayette, CC BY-SA 4.0, via Wikimedia Commons Once upon a time in Lafayette, LA, there existed a magical kingdom known as the Acadiana Mall grand in structure and presence, the whole town and beyond journeyed on their pilgrimages to this majestic realm full of...
Photo: “Hollywood Beach Boardwalk” by epitomized1, CC BY-SA 2.0 I had a little crick in my neck and she started rubbing my back, hard. I got goosebumps and something popped. That’s when she told me never to face pain head on./ If you don’t invest, you don’t get...
The notes of pineapple hit me like a cream pie in Anita Bryant’s bitchy face. It’s my last night in San Francisco, and I had to try visiting Castro before I left. It’s too late for museums and walking tours. I’m too tired from standing under convention center...
Photo: Aubrey Case “Order three-zero, you’re my hero!” The quirky words beckon me forward, and I mutter a quick thanks as I snag the brown paper bag from the counter. I am four, ten, seventeen, twenty years old eating my favorite food. There are neon signs and...
