We’re driving down backroads when my son says, “I don’t like Breaux Bridge. Nothing good ever seems to happen there.” I say that sometimes as I drive through these small towns, I romanticize about how nice it must be to live there, to walk to and from your grocery store, your church, your school. To…
Author: Reese
Mothers
I’ve been thinking a lot about mothers lately. Two months ago, I received an email from StoryCorps notifying me that an interview I had conducted with my mom 13 years ago was now accessible in their online archives and part of the American Folklife Center at the Library of Congress in Washington, D.C. I was…
Running and Racism
Found: Lost Words
On Sunday morning, April 28, 2019, my son, Henry, and I were driving home from church and heading to the store. On the side of the road, just off Camellia Boulevard in Lafayette, Louisiana, we saw what appeared to be a book or a notebook sitting on the side of the road, the pages fluttering…