Growing up, I loved my grandmother more than words. But, there were two things she used to do that always bothered me. The first thing...

One thing all mothers eventually learn is how fast time goes and how quickly children grow up. For Irma Bray, my great-great grandmother,...

Everyone dies of something; that’s the truth. But, in southern Louisiana during the summer of 1853, a whole lot of them died of the...

Jacques Trudel, my 10th-Great Grandfather, built a homestead in 1602 so that he and his wife, Francoise, could start a family. This home was tucked away in the township of Parfondeval, which sat in Perche, a previously known province of northwestern France. Their home was small. Cozy. Set in the serenity of the pastoral countryside. And it was all they would need to bring up their two sons, Jean and Charles. Papa Jacques was a weaver, always spinning his wheel, and would pass