Remembering storms whose names have spawned headlines and headaches, headstones and heartache, hardships and heroism. And wondering, why do we have to name storms after people? Why not use diseases or the periodic table? Or colors?
Cicadas and air conditioners are the soundtrack of warm summer evenings as the indigo sky darkens on another day.
A few random things as we batten down the hatches before Cristobal comes to visit.
The grocery store had everything we needed, plus a coastal-Mississippi-right-before-Mardi-Gras culinary cultural tour.
Everything needs a foundation; you can’t just jump into something without laying the groundwork and expect it to work.
Gumbo is a family treasure, seashells elicit childhood memories, and these napkin rings made with shells we found 40 years ago bring echoes of the past into the now.
Bay St. Louis has sun, sand, sea and serenity galore. It was everything we thought it would be, and more.
