So I recently asked Aunt Agnes to share one of her favorite Thanksgiving recipes, and here is what she said: “Get yourself some Velveeta, some…
You might slip away solitary one day as the sun sinks low at eventide or drift away one April morning as a burst of green…
If the events of the world today are leaving you jaded and dismal, then I invite you to read the following tribute to small town…
Beneath the branches up high you can see the sharpness of these thorn trees Halloween worthy stretching their sparse shade over puny Bermuda grass in…
“April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.” — T.S. Eliot…
In the City
Published by broussardlana on July 28, 2016In the city that faith built life kneels in bent supplication then sometimes it crawls along dim alleys and treacherous roads where the disenfranchised gather…