Y’all come quick, my little sweet potato nom-noms! Here’s the second reading from my book, “Stone Motel – Memoirs of a Cajun Boy.” Here’s where you can get the book: Independent Bookstores Barnes & Noble University Press of Mississippi Amazon C’est tout! M © All Rights Reserved Continue reading Y’all ready for another reading from Uncle Moe?
If you’re hanging out this Good Friday all alone or with your family in sequester, hopefully eating fried catfish and/or boiled crawfish to commemorate the day – then you’ll probably want to finish that first. BUT then, surely, you’ll be needing a nice nap-time story to help you doze off. Well, below is the first installment of a series of virtual readings I’ll be doing … Continue reading Gather ’round, y’all. Uncle Moe’s fixin’ to read from his book!
In addition to finally taking care of a few long-neglected chores around the house, I’ve been using these unusual days of Staying-The-Hell-Home to better prepare myself for the upcoming release of my book, “Stone Motel – Memoirs of a Cajun Boy.” Here’s an update on the book launch: Books o’ Goshen! The publisher, University Press of Mississippi, tells me that, despite all the weirdness out … Continue reading You will be able to ‘check in’ at ‘The Stone’ in a matter of days.
I was a teenaged chambermaid. (The adult me wrote a book about it – and resisted the urge to name it just that.) I was part of a large family that ran a little motel in Eunice, Louisiana, from the late 1960s to the late-1990s. At one point or another, we were all chambermaids. I was also a lawn barber, who each week got clobbered … Continue reading I Was a Teenaged Chambermaid
Even though French is the language associated with Louisiana’s Cajuns, many modern-day Cajuns (myself included) did not fully learn the language until they were exposed to it formally in junior high and/or high school. For me, it was in “Madame” Connie Larson’s French classes at Eunice High School where I finally learned how to read and write enough French to feel a meaningful connection to … Continue reading It’s cher, y’all, not ‘sha’.
(Parenthetically) Speaking 