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Like his creator, Fill-the-Space Chase comes from Cajun stock. The following letter was written by his Uncle Gaston, who lives in Gueydan, Louisiana, to catch up Chase's father, Trosclair, on the goings on of two young lovers, 'tite Clement and 'tite Etienne, who just moved back home from Lafayette. The Cajun word "mais" means "well",… Continue reading De Birds, De Bees, De Chickens, and Education

By 2012, though I still had hopes for my draft of BeakSpeak, I realized I'd been duped into thinking I was living my "golden years." As a friend of mine, just a tad older than I, once said, "now that our parents are gone, Peggy, you do realize, don't you, that we are sitting on… Continue reading It’s Better to Have Linked and Lost

I've been reticent to write about my sister, Gail, in my previous blogs, because she should be treated differently than the rest of us siblings. Gail was the second born of five and had insurmountable heartbreak dealt her that the rest of us were helpless to alleviate. She was an extremely bright child and was… Continue reading Salt

Freckles continued to grow into a fine young stud, but that was the problem: he was a stud and became dangerous not long after puberty set in. I stayed around the place to tend to and enjoy him, still, but more at a distance than when he was sweet and liked to nuzzle my neck.… Continue reading RVs Revving, but Which one, What Kind and How Many Win by a Nose

This is a good time to introduce your youngsters to the questions you ask that identify nouns: who and what? The following blog will ask the questions in a parenthesis behind the nouns in the first paragraph. Have your children/students practice the same exercise in BeakSpeak. I'll also give you one page of BeakSpeak with… Continue reading Beast Down and Noun . . . Just Watch Ole Freckles Run

This is the blog I jumped. I apologize, but I need to look at BeakSpeak's Fill-theSpace Chase's language issues, so I'm going to post it now. The tiny cockerel, Chase, has real problems speaking to anyone in the book. Because they are so much larger than he is, they intimidate him and, thus, make him… Continue reading ” . . . Disturb the Sound of Silence”

2002 was a major turning point in my life. First, my mother passed away. Though she had been ill for a long time with other maladies, we didn't learn she had cancer until just after Christmas of 2001. We were blessed, at least, that she suffered no pain - a rarity with ovarian cancer. After… Continue reading A Time to Breed and a Time to Pass

This blog is replete with slang expressions. Your job is to recognize them. Yes, I will list them at the end, but try not to look until you've finished reading the whole work. Remember, slang defined as language that is very informal, to the degree it becomes street talk, like my Street-Talk Walt uses in… Continue reading “Flying the Friendly Skies” with Lousy Lingo

Recuperating from my injuries made for an awfully long summer. of course, l had to have surgery to put a pin in my shoulder, so, along with learning to walk again, I had to have shoulder therapy, too. Probably my broken ribs hurt the most, though, because every breath I took moved them. I remember… Continue reading Never Eat Pizza When You Have to Sneeze