Lately, I’ve been living in that just-before-something-big-is-about-to-happen zone.
On a recent visit to New York for work, I ended up staying in Secaucus, New Jersey, for the first three nights of my visit.
Wednesday night after dinner, my 17-year-old daughter, Piper, posed a challenge. She asked how many songs could I sing (which she defined as knowing at least a verse and the chorus) that had the words memory, remember or remind in the lyrics.
I was late getting on board watching the "Great British Baking Show." Even so, my newfound devotion is sincere. Since January, the show has been a source of comfort when the rest of the world is full of so much madness and meanness.
Some of my favorite moments are the ones when either of my daughters sits at our piano and plays her heart out, oblivious to the rest of the world. Those moments make me realize how fleeting childhood is — maybe because I remember being the kid si…
Considering fostering a child tangles my brain.
The icebreaker for the group of 30 strangers was a simple question: Are you a dog person or a cat person?
The Valentine’s clock is ticking. If you haven’t made plans, now is the time. Like I tell my kids, get gas when you have time — not when you need it.
The adoption agency gave us a document that included everything the orphanage knew about her. She liked watermelon. She hated being hot.
Longtime Acadiana writer Jan Risher has joined The Acadiana Advocate.