I pulled my swimsuit from between my butt cheeks, situated it more comfortably and took a running start, sliding on the homemade slip and slide with ease, landing in a puddle of mud at the end. I came up sputtering, mud everywhere in my hair, my mouth. My white Jordache swimsuit was also covered with…
At the beginning of February, a good friend of mine from graduate school invited me to a LuLaRoe (LLR) pop-up party on Facebook. I wasn’t really sure what it was, but in support of my friend I decided to attend. I love clothes, she loves clothes and she knows my style. It was a Friday…
Like many “Orange is the New Black” (OTNB) fans, my thirteen year old daughter and I are eagerly awaiting June 12th. I know many of you may be appalled that I would watch a show with my daughter that has so much sex and adult-themed content; however, I see watching OTNB with her as an…
I have issues; I always have. Little sensitivities that have stopped me from fully participating in life from time to time. From refusing to go to people’s houses when I was a kid to vomiting when I smell something strange to chronic insomnia or insisting my mom buy my clothes a size or two too…
When I was in graduate school in early 2000, I was a page and then a circulation worker at the local library. I loved that job. Being surrounded by the smell of books was euphoric for me. One of my favorite tasks was to shelve the fiction because it was upstairs, in an isolated part…
My aunt glanced at my mom with a gleam in her eye, “How about those implants?” She eventually asked my mom. I looked at my mom then my aunt and back at my plate of food. It was Thanksgiving, and I was 17. I had no idea that my mom had gotten implants. She had…
The Mojave Desert sun beat down on my back while sweat made its way between my shoulder blades and saturated my t-shirt; my dark jeans clung to my skin uncomfortably making me even more encumbered. Hiking in Red Rock Canyon right outside of Las Vegas, I was preoccupied with my sluggishness more so than the…
The nurse wrapped her hand around my upper arm, “Be careful,” she said. I nodded and stepped on the scale, all eight months of pregnant me, backwards. “Another healthy gain.” She said a moment later after moving the pieces on the old timey scale this way and that. I sighed and gingerly stepped down. We…
My cousins and I ran through the house, little legs pumping in unison. We came to a halt in the kitchen and oohed and ahhed over the birthday cake. The adults were chatting about Saints’ football and setting out even more food. Riding on the high of making my middle school dance team, I blurt…
The cold, white sterile walls seemed to close in on me as the doctor walked back into the holding room. My slippered feet hanging off of the edge of the hospital bed; the room smelled of ammonia and sickness. “We have you on the highest dose of the strongest blood pressure medicine available, and it…
The Urban Cajun Perspective: 