There is a song on Wilco (The Album), the band’s new record released yesterday that goes “I'll fight, I'll fight, I'll fight, I'll fight for you/ I'll die, I'll die, I'll die, I'll die for you/ I will, I will, I will.”
Everywhere I went this week, people were swept up in loving Michael Jackson.
Even four years after Hurricane Katrina, Dark Water Rising remains disturbing not only to pet owners but to animals themselves.
OK, I've had enough of those pompous yellow stickers that dot the back bumpers of cars all over South Baton Rouge that read “LSU ALUMNI.”
If you find yourself stumped on what wine goes with what, or what bottle to bring to dinner, the answer might lie in the Nat Decants Food & Drink Matcher, a new downloadable program for the iPhone and Blackberry by the appealing wine writer Natalie MacLean, author of Red, White, and Drunk All Over and maven of natdecants.com.
This week Stormy Daniels, a Scotlandville Magnet grad and adult film actress, launched a listening tour to find out what your issues are.
The April showers seem to be coming in March this year, but either way, it is a sure sign that spring is on its way along with the Easter bunny and spring flowers.
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My exposure to Jewish culture has been limited to reading The Diary of Anne Frank and Night in school and TV and movies.
I see you. You're still in election mode and rightfully so with a few runoffs yet to settle.
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A personal diary from Michael Jordan’s Flight School basketball camp, August 2007
The flesh of the body was grey. The fingers gently broke the surface in the wake of a passing boat.
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In the rich Persian Gulf states of Qatar and the United Arab Emirates, where I have been passing most of my time, there are two types of people.
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Louisiana artist Bill Rice has a great exhibit at the Livingston Parish Arts Council that runs through April 20.
A year ago—or even just six months ago—I would never have imagined visiting Louisiana, let alone sitting on the front porch of some random LSU apartment, drinking Abita beer and learning how to talk like Boudreaux.
Every once in awhile, something comes along to remind you that “Life’s not as bad as it may seem if you open your eyes to what’s in front of you.”
And, as a true Baton Rougean, my visits to the old mall, Cortana, are few and far between, but last week I took a stroll down memory lane with my mom and sister and experienced what can only be compared to an elephant graveyard.
I dine at Monjunis, which offers traditional Italian fare at a good price. And Tigre's has a Louisiana menu that includes pan seared duck breast.
Three Burials of Melquiades Estrada is filled with mystery, murder, infidelity.
