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My Mom’s Pretzels
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My mom is famous. Well, her pretzel recipe is. Growing up, the oily, still-warm, garlicky pretzels only emerged from the oven on special occasions: birthdays, Halloween, Christmas, etc. And, of course, school parties. Since gluten allergies only recently became a thing people actually worried about (at least in northwest Louisiana),…
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Pickle Girl
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Of all the embarrassing nicknames that kids pick up in elementary school, mine certainly is one of the least creative but most descriptive: pickle girl. I can’t say I didn’t deserve it though. Every day, without fail, I would bring pickles to school with my lunch. I crunched on them…
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Via Pericolosa
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I’m no stranger to graffiti. Their moving galleries speed by at break-neck speeds back home, each on its way to block morning traffic in some unlucky part of town. Bathroom walls sing of woe, victory, and hatred. Downtown Shreveport might as well be the Uffizi Gallery with the amount of…