THE LAWSON’S PEAK BOOKS

New Book by Roger Emile Stouff: “Carry Me Away: A Quest for Wild Places”

Just published: Carry Me Away: A Quest for Wild Places by Roger Emile Stouff. This is an full-color third memoir, with photographs mostly taken by the author.

Because of the cost of photo book production, this volume is priced at $35. I hope you’ll enjoy it. Carry Me Away functions as the logical third book in my memoirs, taking up where the last left off.

Book Description Publication Date: December 23, 2012 Solastalgia: It’s that feeling of loss when, rather than leaving home, home has left you. In Native Waters, Roger Emile Stouff celebrated the world of the Chitimacha, people of the many waters, and mourned the passing of ancestors, spirits and a way of life. In The Great Sadness, the withering of those lands and waters had become tragedy. Home was leaving. The thinning of his native waters accelerated. But an inkling of a new place, a place still saturated with silence and comfort, began to tug at roots set down millennia before. Can a man find solace far from the place his ancestors . . . → Read More: New Book by Roger Emile Stouff: “Carry Me Away: A Quest for Wild Places”

“Fly Fish For Specks” By Pete Cooper Jr.

  My pal and Jedi Master Pete Cooper Jr. just released his third book, “Fly Fish For Specks.” Having had a small hand in bringing it to press, I know it’s a winner. Available in paperback and Kindle.

Remember My Father

I abuse the privilege of this space and my position to once again ask this favor of you.

It will be 13 years ago this week that my father left this world to journey into the next. Many fathers have made that journey, and I don’t pretend my own dad was more important than any other. But he was my dad, and just once each year, I ask your tolerance and your favor.

I ask it, because my father was a champion of his people. A warrior of a different sort. Had his life not been so filled with toxins, it would not be unreasonable for him to still be here today. The things he inhaled in his job, his sideline work, his smoking habit, all weakened his heart and his lungs but in the end, could not curb the valiance of his spirit.

He was not alone in his duties as a warrior. Forty-five years ago, five men united to create a constitution and by-laws for the tribe, securing the final bureaucracy of becoming a sovereign nation. They are all heroes.

In the years that followed, my father took on the call of the sacred flame. It is . . . → Read More: Remember My Father