How It Happened

I was mourning my seemingly endless inability to write anything but political columns lately, and then only once a week or so, when I stumbled upon the root of my problem.

I got to looking through my archives and realized that after the end of June 2011, my “creative” writing suddenly slacked off and the state-of-the-union pieces multiplied. Later in the year, even these were coming just once a week.

What was it, I wondered, that caused the change? I did have a very harsh personal tragedy that month that I won’t share here, but it definitely took the wind out of me.

Now, I’ve lived through plenty of tragedy in my day. I usually pick up the pieces and move on, get things back to normal eventually. But this time it seemed I just didn’t go forward again, and it showed in my writing, which you should realize by now is a direct reflection of my state of mind, my overall spirit.

What I discovered is what I’ve been preaching all along, but very few people take me seriously. “Aww, you’re just whining,” some say. Then they comment, “Why don’t you find some other thing to occupy yourself?” . . . → Read More: How It Happened


January, and I can’t complain too much about the weather, though those may be famous last words.

The worst may yet be ahead of us, but so far, this has been a pretty tolerable winter. I have been making a conscious effort to tolerate cold weather more easily, in preparation for that fabled era in my lifetime called “retirement” or, by another term, “get the heck outta Dodge.”

But it’s been a tolerable winter, so far. Not too wet but wet enough. I am hoping my creeks will be replenished come spring, for I am sorely missing them.

My neighbors, bless their little hearts, keep trying to shame me by cutting their lawns. I steadfastly refuse to even turn the key of the mower until at the earliest latter-March. They do not realize one key element of my composure: I have no shame, at least when it comes to grass cutting.

I have spent most of my off time revising and preparing to publish my considerable portfolio of writing on e-books of all kinds, and some additionally in paperback. I’ve sat with my laptop for countless hours so far, and am making steady progress. It’s grueling work. Some of . . . → Read More: January

“Native Waters” documentary to go nationwide

(Photo by Tika Laudun)

Louisiana Public Broadcasting’s recent documentary recounting the history and cultural connection of the Chitimacha Tribe to the Atchafalaya Basin has been picked up for nationwide distribution. Native American Public Telecommunications has announced that the program will become available to public broadcasting stations across the United States in April. NAPT awarded a grant to LPB in the developmental stages of the program “Native Waters: A Chitimacha Recollection” in 2010. “This is the story of thin places, the fragility of a land, the fragility of a culture, the thinness of the world between us and our ancestors,” said Senior Producer Tika Laudun, director and producer of the documentary. “Because of everything that surrounds our everyday world, we don’t always take the time to sit back and open ourselves up to the more spiritual, more intense experiences. We just don’t listen to it anymore, sometimes not intentionally.” Laudun, a native of Franklin, said the show was especially poignant to her. “This was going home for me—those waters and those lands. I spent much of . . . → Read More: “Native Waters” documentary to go nationwide