With J.D. Salinger's death at age 91 last week, fans of his iconic novel The Catcher in the Rye and his many celebrated short stories are eagerly awaiting the release of something, anything, that the reclusive and enigmatic author may have written but chosen not to publish after his self-imposed exile from public life in the late 1960s.
Only 28 communities in the United States are lucky enough to have accredited veterinary schools.
We all know and love traditional Louisiana-style King Cake, the ubiquitous brioche ring swirled with cinnamon and topped with purple, gold and green sugar.
Man, Givers are fun. Lafayette's No. 1 fun time party wagon threw down in the tent behind Baton Rouge Gallery at the Surrealist Salon this weekend, extending the panoply of curious art (markedly better show than last year, I might add – you should go check it out) into the night air.
All last week the drumbeat from the left was the incessant pounding of a single word -- RACISM!
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.
