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10 Wiggin'Out: 5 Years Later by Vicki Caskey
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20 Lisa McVey: Silver Linings by Sara Enloe
26 Son of a Sunflower by Ben Siegmund
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written by Rosemary Thomas Onward Through the Fog
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know this is the “cancer issue”. I thought about writing about my brother, Mark. He died at the age of 56 with pancreatic cancer. He had a loving wife and daughter and a successful ophthalmology practice near Seattle, Washington. He endured months of experimental chemo “for science” because he felt someone had to undergo the drug trials in order to develop better treatment regimens for others. He suffered. He was brave. He was funny. I miss him. Nuff said. What is consuming my world right now is the total house remodel that is underway. Even as I write this, I am contending with teeth-rattling pounding and sawing and enough dust to make me wonder if we have had a small volcanic eruption nearby. I have moved into a small bedroom and bath while the rest of the house has been taken down to the studs. This old gal, built in 1930, ain’t going down easy. The solid shiplap walls (double walls between rooms) have been fun for the demolition crew. I have heard phrases like “old school here”, “don’t make ‘em like this anymore” and “Dang – wouldja look at that” on a regular basis. The ginormous dumpster in the drive is overflowing. It’s a little strange to come home and see a wheelbarrow in the middle of the kitchen and stacks of lumber in the bedroom. In the meantime, I am adjusting. It’s the little things that are a bit challenging. Like bathing. I haven’t bathed in years. I am a shower type gal. It’s been painful. I have a huge old cast iron claw foot tub that came with the house. Let me say that taking a bath instead of a shower has increased my motivation to lose weight. Laying back in that tub, there is nowhere to hide. Walrusville. Really. No amount of bubbles has helped so far and trust me – I have tried a lot of bubbles. Oh I know… You have to love and accept yourself….. Blah Blah Blah. Look – I adore me. I am an amazing, talented, strong woman who is a little too smart for her own good. I am FA – BU – LOUS !!!! That doesn’t mean I don’t need to lose 30 pounds. Nuff said.
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Staying in the bedroom and small bathroom is an exercise in simplicity and minimalism. The bed, dresser and nightstand are not the only things in the room. I also have a sideboard with my coffee pot, microwave and toaster oven. Hanging plastic shoe holders now hold utensils, coffee cups and spices. The top of the dresser is now the office. A small chair and TV tray make up the dining room. I even have an extra tray and camp chair for guests. The bathroom sink is also the dishwashing station. Throw in 3 dog beds and we may be listed in Webster’s under “cozystrophobic”… (cozy + claustrophobic). But, all this is just an adventure. I am plugging along, making decisions as
they come and staying in gratitude for this opportunity. “This ain’t no hill for a stepper” as the old folks would say. All this is a cakewalk compared to real struggle. My brother – and countless others with life-threatening injuries and illnesses – would be able to tell us that. A saying my brother had for years and years (that the whole family has long since adopted) was “Onward through the Fog”. And so that is what I am doing. Creeping forward – not always sure what lies ahead, but moving forward anyway. So, suck it up buttercup. Channel those that have known real struggle, ‘cause most of us haven’t. Be grateful. Keep moving forward. Onward through the fog. Nuff said.
Rosemary Thomas is an avid cook and gardener who enjoys the challenge of owning a restaurant and working with her daughter. She is an RN and continues to work several days a week in Shreveport where she lives with her husband, three dogs, two cats and 80 chickens.
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id you ever find a coffee you love so much that you bought a barista bar for your bedroom? That’s how I feel about Railway Coffee, an independent small-batch roaster that is literally making headlines across north Louisiana. The owners are Michael and Jana Davis, who live in a welcoming home in Ruston with their two toddler daughters, Maylin and Hartlie. When I found out they had begun selling coffee, I was thrilled. Ruston – and north Louisiana – needs more independent coffee shops. Yes, I will partake of the great green mermaid that is Starbucks, but I’d rather enjoy local independent roasters and coffee shops. I sampled Railway’s coffee and was immediately enchanted. One of the first coffees I tried was Smokestack. It’s an Indian dark roast with hints of chocolate, molasses, and caramel. It had a smooth, rich flavor that was both inviting and comforting at the same time. In other words, I was instantly hooked. “The roasting process is different and unique with each bean,” Michael said. “My roaster allows me to adjust air temperature, air flow and drum RPM. I have to take into account the country of origin, altitude of growth, processing method, bean density and desired roast profile when determining exactly how to roast each bean. Each batch takes about 10 to 12 minutes depending on whether I’m roasting lighter or darker. It’s very scientific with chemical changes, but those are the basics.” Michael said he is very precise in his work, measuring the coffee exactly to the gram. “I know exactly what each roast should look and smell like when it’s finished so I’m watching and sniffing like a mad man,” he said. Jana works on the social media end, photographing the products and working to help market the company. “Jana is a photography wizard so she’s excellent at the social media,” Michael said. “Maylin and Hartlie come to the roastery as much as we will bring them. Maylin says, ‘May May go Railway Coffee Bean?’” Michael, who also attends grad school at Louisiana Tech, said that managing a family and a business and school is physically and emotionally exhausting, but he said he loves it because of the people he serves. “I have this vision, and right now the only way to work towards my big picture goal is to roast between class and work and the girls’ nap times or late at night or early mornings,” he said. “The reward is bringing good coffee to Ruston and listening to people talk about how much they love it.”
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This family of four (five if you count Deuce the dog) started selling coffee beans and iced coffee at the Ruston Farmers Market this past summer and are back on Saturdays again this fall season. “The Farmers Market is our easiest way to get exposure and create one-on-one conversations where we can educate people about the world of specialty coffee, let them taste our coffee and talk to them about who we are and why we’re doing what we’re doing,” Michael said. “Plus we loved the market already and loved the idea of being part of a Ruston staple.” The family is already working to expand the business, something that many coffee lovers, including myself, eagerly anticipate. “I am currently talking with the city about opening a roasting facility and coffee retail store – not a stereotypical coffee shop – somewhere in the downtown area,” Michael said. “That will probably happen within the next nine months. We’re looking at adding some seasonal blends, a Swiss Water Process Decaf, and some additional single origin coffees.” Part of Railway’s motto is, “We believe coffee has the power to bring people together, to inspire conversation, to spark creativity, and to comfort.” The words, written by Michael, resonate in my soul. Who knew that coffee could do that? Yet it does. We drink coffee in the morning while reading the paper and preparing for the day. We drink coffee with our friends, laughing during the conversation or sitting shoulder to shoulder in solidarity. We drink coffee in the afternoons, when that mid-day slump hits but we still have plans and dreams and goals to achieve. Coffee is part of life; shouldn’t every sip be worthwhile? If so, then let’s go full steam ahead.
Michael & Jana Davis
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5 Years Later TOGETHER we are making a difference!
Iafter n November of 2005 one of my dearest friends left this earth a five year battle with breast cancer.
I will never forget the phone call from her telling me that she had been diagnosed with an aggressive from of inflammatory breast cancer. I felt like I had been punched in the stomach. I can only imagine how she must have felt after learning the news. Over the next five years I watched as she fought with every ounce of courage and determination to overcome this disease. In those five years her husband divorced her taking their only child with him. He simply could not weather this storm along side her, she was too sick to stop him and the Judge favored her husband. Cancer is no respecter of persons. It takes a toll regardless of your financial or social standing, religious preference, race or gender. My friend never let cancer or her circumstances beat her. She lost her family, home and career but never her dignity. The bare necessities of existing such as a roof over her head, food, gas etc. were difficult when she could not work due to her illness. She relied on family and friends for everything. She was the most positive, grateful and humble person I have ever known. She was an amazing wife, mother, daughter and friend. Five years later in November 2010 while Christmas shopping in Monroe I thought of my sweet friend. I thought of how unfair life can be sometimes. I guess it was the holiday season that got to me. I got in my car and started my drive home. My mind was racing and it was during this drive along I-20 the idea of Wiggin’Out was born. I think I stayed up all night imagining the possibilities of purchasing wigs for women who could not afford them. My friend was one of those women. She never owned a wig during her five year battle; her particular insurance did not offer assistance in this area. It would be spring of 2011 before anyone other than The Minute Magazine, my husband and a few friends would hear my idea and not think I was crazy. I had all but quit talking about it. Buried somewhere deep inside of me I must have still believed I would tell the right person one day and Wiggin’Out would become a reality. Elizabeth Turnley of Northern Louisiana Medical Center was that person. During a meeting with her discussing magazine issues I blurted out the Wiggin’Out idea. I remember her looking up at me and listening intently as I spoke. I was shocked that she was interested honestly. I kept talking and Elizabeth was taking notes. We finished our conversation
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and she politely told me she liked the Wiggin’Out idea but she would have to revisit it another time as she was extremely busy with several projects but that she would get back to me about it. I left that day thinking that was the end of that. I can’t tell you exactly how long it was but it was long enough that I had not thought of or mentioned Wiggin’Out to anyone else since I had spoke to Elizabeth. Out of the blue one day she phoned me informing me that not only did she want to make Wiggin’Out happen but she had also pitched the idea to Leah Beasley who was in the athletic department at Louisiana Tech at the time. Leah was on board as well. I nearly wrecked my car I was so excited. It seems like yesterday that several of us, representing The Minute Magazine, Northern Louisiana Medical Center and Louisiana Tech gathered in a boardroom at the hospital and the plan for the first ever Wiggin’Out event was solidified and set in motion for October 2011. Had it not been for Elizabeth Turnley I truly believe Wiggin’Out would not have happened. But some things are just meant to be. Our goal was to offer assistance in the purchase of a wig to those battling cancer that might not be able to afford one. In our first year we assisted one person by year end. We hope to offer assistance to thirty plus people this year alone. Cancer patients have many needs. To some a wig may seem like something one could do without. Tell that to the 25 year old who is battling lymphoma, the grandmother who doesn’t want to scare her grandchildren or a wife in her 40’s who just wants to look normal to her husband because he is as scared as she is. Then tell them how they might pay for it if their insurance doesn’t cover the cost. Wigs can range in price from $50.00 to $1,000.00. I have had the privilege of being invited to sit in on several appointments with our clients as they are fitted the first time for their wig. I wish I could relay to you how grateful they are when they find the perfect wig. Their eyes light up and usually they cry as most never thought they would have to do this and certainly never thought they would find one they felt comfortable in. Little do they know I am the grateful one, grateful that Elizabeth believed there was a need as much as I did, grateful that all of you want to help, grateful that Wiggin’Out is celebrating its fifth year. The Wiggin’Out board of directors is made up of seven individuals. None receive payment for their service. With the exception of hosting our annual fundraiser, your donations provide assistance to those battling cancer. I think if you were
wigginout.org facebook.com/wiggin.out.la to ask the original board from our first year most would tell you they never dreamed Wiggin’Out would be where it is today. We simply had no clue. We only wanted to make a difference in the lives of those fighting cancer. But you see, there is a need, a need for the simple things that make a big difference. This organization is proof of that. We have continued to grow and serve more people every year. The support of the community has grown as well. It is because of your support that we are able to serve those fighting cancer in North Louisiana. The Wiggin’Out team is excited about the future. Come grow with us. If you are just now learning about this organization and want to learn more please visit our website or our facebook page. If you or someone you know is in need of assistance you can find an application on our website. We will hold our fifth annual fundraiser on October 15th at Squire Creek Country Club. Ticket and sponsor information can be found on our website. Together we are making a difference in the lives of those fighting cancer. _________________________________________________ Wiggin’ Out is a non-profit entity that provides wigs (or other appropriate headwear), lymphatic garments and prosthetic bras to current and recently former cancer patients throughout the I-20 corridor in North Louisiana through donations and other fundraising events. Our goal in that endeavor is to help ease the financial and psychological burden and strain for individuals fighting cancer.
Vicki is a Louisiana native enjoying small town life in Arcadia with her husband Wayne. She spends her free time with family and friends,baking, cheering on The Lady Techsters (#3 is her daughter Ruby) and playing with her three dogs. She loves Jesus and is quick to tell you, without him she would be nothing.
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headlines & hemlines written by Rachel Pardue
Breathe
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here is much to be learned from the peaceful chaos of the ocean. The wave erupts like a million tiny volcanoes spewing their lava onto the surface with unrelenting vigor, only to seemingly have a change of heart and softly descend down the beach, caressing the lamb colored sand. For one moment, like the pause after a long exhale when the lungs have been squeezed of all their air, the ocean falls silent. Inhale, the water is pulled back in the ocean, and a new wave forms. Exhale, the wave crashes onto the sand. Silence, the lungs are empty and the water is at peace. Inhale, the water is pulled back into the ocean. Exhale, the wave crashes onto the sand. Silence. When the three stages work in unison, a rhythm is produced, and from that steady beat comes a harmony that us mortals only get to mimic when our breath is long and steady and our souls are at peace. We all have our own oceans inside of us. When a storm comes during a restless night our waters rage until the once serene waves now resemble the sound of thunder booming across the raven sky. The next morning, beneath soft cotton candy colored clouds, the
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water is especially peaceful until the crashing waves are like gentle whispers spoken with messy hair and a sleepy smile. It is only human to undergo a storm and lose the consistent rhythm of our breath. As the rain begins to pour we take off running with short careless breaths in the search of shelter. But unlike us imperfect mortals, the ocean embraces the storm. The waves may be thrown into the shore, ripped back underneath the surface, and then plummeted back onto the sands in an unforgiving rage, but the perfect three-part harmony of the water is still there. In fact, it is even louder. In yoga the only rule is to never lose your breath. As the poses become increasingly difficult, sweat runs down your face, and at least 10 different muscles are all being pushed to their maximum strength and flexibility simultaneously, it only seems natural to breathe at a careless inconsistent rate
in an attempt to force as much oxygen as possible into the body. However, the mind must be completely focused to overcome the body’s natural impulse as the yogi forces her breath to go deeper. Rather than inhaling and exhaling as quickly as possible to avoid the pain, she must expand her lungs to their fullest capacity and then exhale slowly but with power. The ocean is the perfect yogi. No matter the storm, she never once forgets to force her lungs to remain steady, and her body to accept the challenge knowing that it will unveil her strength. She welcomes the ever-changing world around her with the fearless knowledge that only she controls her mind, and her conscious thoughts can overpower the mortal desire to avoid the healthy pain that is a catalyst for growth. Despite the raging water and angry sky, her breath remains constant, and thus she is never without inner peace.
Rachel Pardue is a recent graduate of Cedar Creek School in Ruston, LA. Rachel is an aspiring entrepreneur who is studying business at Babson College outside of Boston, MA. Babson is ranked as the #1 School for Entrepreneurship in the nation, and Rachel is attending as a Center for Women’s Entrepreneurial Leadership Scholar.
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Written by Chalaine
Scott from the perspective of Evan Derveloy's wife, Lauren.
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Matter He held the bar high over his head. His arms wobbling a bit as he lifted the 245 pounds in the air. He stood there on the mat, the way he had countless times before. I’d watched him do it hundreds of days, but this, this moment, this day, it was different. When people think of cancer, they think weak. They think constant sickness and bare heads and doctor visits. When I think of cancer, I think different. I think of 245 pounds of weight lifted high in the air, beneath it, my husband’s arms clinging to the bar. I see the man I love halfway through his chemo treatments and I think of strength, determination and perseverance. I think no fear and no doubt. And I hear my husband telling me, “We control today.” I graduated with a bachelor’s in Dance Education from the University of Southern Mississippi. That was nothing compared to the mental toughness school I just endured with Evan this last
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year, though. I’d like to say I passed through it with flying colors, but my husband gets that credit. While he battled Stage 3a Colon Cancer, he also coached me through many lessons. For as long as I’ve known him, he’s been doing that. Evan spent 6 years in the military as an army medic. He learned and he trained and he battled. And he realized that mental toughness is even more important than physical. That is one of the most important lessons in life: to realize how much power your brain has over every outcome. As a dancer, CrossFit instructor and even a mother, you realize what a critical role your mind plays in every aspect of what you do. You can set a goal, but if your heart and mind aren’t in it, you’ll never make it happen. Easier said than done, but watching Evan battle cancer, this rang truer than ever. We sat in the hospital, post-colonoscopy. His tolerance for pain had always been unbelievable, but after severe and unbearable pain, we knew something was wrong. I was terrified in that doctor’s office, Evan had his brave face on, as usual. When we heard the results, my heart sunk. I had just given birth to our second daughter four days before, and I just couldn’t believe this was happening. I didn’t want to believe this was happening. Evan responded just like he was trained, “Okay. What’s next? How do I fix this?” Typical medic’s response, ready to do whatever was necessary to heal, immediately in survival mode. The roles had changed up a bit though, because this time, it was him saving his own life. No one could believe this was happening. We’ve always been active and healthy, owning and running our own CrossFit gyms, always choosing veggies over junk foods, eating clean and spending countless hours in the gym. It was a shock to everyone, but we knew he would beat it. We wouldn’t let ourselves think anything different. We had to remind ourselves daily that we were in control of our mind. We couldn’t think the worst; we believed in the best outcomes and strived to live the best moments with our girls. Evan stayed strong, exercising as often as he could, even during chemo. He made no excuses and lived each day with as much passion as possible. That was his mantra. He made it clear that nothing would bring him down, and he proved it each day. I didn’t know what cancer would look like for my little family. I was induced and gave birth just days before Evan’s diagnosis. With a 2-year-old at home and an infant in my arms, I was
petrified to think of what cancer was going to do to my little family. But, I have to say it changed us for the better. There were so many highs and lows, peaks and valleys. But it taught us how to navigate the roadblocks. It taught us how to trek up the mountains and know the humbling view of a once unwanted perspective. You just see the world so differently once you’ve exhausted yourself up a mountainside. It’s like a breath of fresh perspective on everything. You change the way you live. You’re more grateful, more aware. Memories are sweeter. Moments are sacred. Health is valued. You pour your soul into your passions and love people so much more. You learn not to complain about the line at the bank. In fact, you crave those small annoyances, you wish for those to be the biggest concern of your day again. You realize the normalcy you take for granted. And you vouch to never let the small things bother you again. Cancer is a chaotic blur I’d never wish on anyone, but it made life so much clearer. It reminded us to be thankful for the little things, to love the simple – it made us filter our lives differently. It made us trust God, and not just in the way you hope and claim that God has it all in control. It makes you really, really trust Him. Evan was my best friend’s brother growing up. Now he’s my cancer-surviving, gym-partnering, daughter-raising, mentaltoughening, life-encouraging, best friend. I’m so proud to call him my husband and so thankful to call him my survivor. A copywriter, novelist, and columnist, Chalaine lives by her pen. She is always traveling and never settling, making memories wherever she roams. Living off her dog's cuddles, her brother's humor, and sweet iced tea, she is just a girl in love with the simplicities. Mostly though, she is just a mess in stilettos, living off God's grace and living to serve Him, welcoming inspiration from wherever it comes and pursuing her dreams with whatever it takes. Follow her @ Chaleezy
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rants of an
old hen
written by Chris Broussard
My First Miracle: A Personal Account of Hurricane Katrina
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witnessed the beauty of humanity and the ugliness of bigotry when Hurricane Katrina blew into town. I was watching television just as the nation was when it became obvious that New Orleans had indeed been washed away. I watched in horror as the days after the flooding were graphically displayed on national television. I couldn’t take my eyes off of it. Each day I cried and each day I prayed that someone would do the right thing and rescue ‘our people.’ On the fifth day, I had all I could take. As everyone else in town, I was involved in bringing clothes and toiletries to the civic center for the evacuees. (I never called them refugees) I had decided that I could no longer sit idle. I needed to do something. It was in my gut. It was breaking my heart. I called to find out who the Homeland Security guy was for Webster Parish. It was John Stanley. Never heard of the guy. Never knew the guy. I called John Stanley and told him who I was and that I needed to do something. …something more than what was being done. I told him “I probably sound like a crazy woman to you but I promise you I’m not. I am a very good organizer and I really feel that not enough is being done in Minden and I thought I was the one that could do it.” Little did I know that he had another woman who called in about the same time with the same sentiments. It was my dear friend Jenny Reynolds. Jenny and I had been in business together prior to this but had not been in contact with each other and had no idea we were both feeling the same way. Within a matter of minutes, we were meeting with John Stanley. We spoke candidly with Mr. Stanley on that Saturday following the hurricane. We explained that we needed his support and backing and that we were prepared to do whatever it took to make this happen. We explained that we would take full responsibility. He didn’t hesitate. And he in turn had gotten the approval of the Webster Parish Police Jury to allow us to proceed. Jenny and I had also discussed this with our extremely supportive husbands who
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stood by us faithfully and offered their help time and time again. Jenny called Wal-Mart and received permission to use the old Wal-Mart building free of charge. That same day we had the keys to the old Wal-Mart building with all utilities paid. With different colored masking tape, we marked off the different departments and laid out the plans for our Relief Center. We created fliers that spelled out what we were doing and what we would need. We taped them to the doors of every church in Minden in time for Sunday service. We announced that we would be open that Monday, Labor Day, to receive goods and to offer help and welcome volunteers. We had our receiving stations set up. We had created a check in system for evacuees. We had our plan of action and now all we needed were volunteers and donated goods. We had established almost without discussion that Jenny would be in charge of the office and general administration. I would be in charge of the volunteers and receiving and shipping. It was a spiritual connection, too, that kept Jenny and I mentally connected with each other. We knew what the other was thinking and instinctively acted on it. Part of the miracle was that volunteers with different skills offered up their time and experience. Almost like it was prearranged and everyone already knew what part they would play. All the volunteers came in…took their rightful place and this huge KatrinaMart now had a staff of hundreds and they were all working like a well-oiled machine. It was truly amazing. All the volunteers were amazing. On that first day, one of the first people to walk through the doors was an older, small, frail-looking black man. He was carrying several clothes hangers draped with freshly pressed jeans. He approached me rather timidly and asked if this was the place where you
donate clothes for evacuees. I said enthusiastically, “Oh, yes sir!” He handed the clothes hangers of jeans to me while apologizing that they were not new. He said that these were all he had other than the ones he had on and that he had stayed up all night washing and pressing them. “I figured nobody would want ‘em if they weren’t clean and pressed,” he said. I fought back the tears and thanked the gentlemen more than once for his thoughtfulness and generosity. I proudly carried the pressed jeans to the men’s clothing department and hung them on the rack while inconspicuously whipping the tears from my cheeks. This would be the first of many kind gestures that I would witness during this experience. But it was the thoughtfulness of this man who obviously didn’t have much to begin with but was willing to give what little he had that impressed me the most. By the end of the day, we had half the building filled. From groceries to clothes….from shoes to toys…. from toilet paper to shampoo. …all the shelves were filled. During the days to follow, I would find myself at the front of the building near the registration desks helping people check in and managing our new army of volunteers. Jenny was in the office making calls and receiving calls from all over the country. She had even managed to secure a live interview on a major radio station in Chicago and by the next morning over $20,000 in donations came pouring in. We used these funds to hand out muchneeded gas cards to every evacuee that registered in the days to follow. Huge semi-trucks were pulling up in the parking lot asking for instructions on where to unload. It all happened so fast that it’s hard to remember when and what happened first. But I do remember thinking that the nation was feeling like Jenny and I had felt that first week and they were determined to do something. And boy did they.
Chris Broussard, co-founder and chairman of the board of Cultural Crossroads is an artist, an entrepreneur and currently the art enrichment teacher for Glenbrook. She started writing down her personal accounts of whimsical and heartfelt experiences in a blog called "Rants of an Old Hen." And will now share her favorites with Minute readers.
Caravans from across the nation drove up in trailers, vans and trucks full of donated goods. Area business men offered their heavy equipment. There was a constant flow of goods and money coming in.
relief center for the area. The relief center was open from the beginning of September to nearly the end of December. After a huge community Thanksgiving event, many of the evacuees started to return home.
The black ministers from area churches in Webster and Claiborne were some of the first to come and offer up their prayers and donate money. The largest individual contribution we received throughout the entire ordeal came from the late Rev. B.F. Martin of St. Rest Baptist Church in Minden who provided very generous cash gifts to every evacuee in town just in time Christmas. All area churches were wonderfully supportive. By the end of the first week, more than 200 people were on hand at any given time sorting through donations, unloading boxes and stocking the shelves.
I witnessed many miracles during that time. So many good people stepped forward to help. Too many to name here because I’m sure I would leave someone out. There were many stories of horror and heartache that also came out of this experience. But it was the love that was given unconditionally to all who walked through those doors that I will forever remember.
I had not witnessed anything like this in my life. We posted a sign at the registration desk that read “Can you feel the love?” And for anyone who worked there and for any of the evacuees who passed through those doors, the love was definitely there. One of the first families to come to the center for help was the Plaisance family from St. Bernard Parish. Glenn Plaisance sat down at the registration table in front of me and began to tell me his story. It would be one of many stories we would hear during this entire experience. He, like many of the good people from the New Orleans area, thought they would be going back home after the storm blew over. He had driven up in a friend’s van, leaving his personal vehicle behind. He and other members of his family had carpooled and caravanned up to Lake Bistineau State Park. He had borrowed another car to drive to the relief center in hopes of finding someone who could help him and his family. After hearing his story, I reached into my pocket and handed him the keys to the Children’s Center van. Without even thinking, I told him that he could borrow my van and that would get him and his family the transportation they would need. I won’t ever forget the look on his face when I handed him the keys. “You don’t even know me,” he said. Didn’t matter. At this point in my life, I figured that anything I had was there for anyone who needed it. And I know that I wasn’t the only one who felt that way. I witnessed many people making similar gestures. The Plaisance Family now live in Kentwood, Louisiana. We remain friends to this day. Denise is now an art teacher accompanied by her daughter Alyse. They both found their talent and their inspiration in Minden.
I can still feel the love. _______________________________
"In all things there is balance if we let it in. Hurters, helpers. Disaster, rebuilding. Pain, mercy. Chaos, grace. Negative, positive. We were equally blessed to be the love to their heartbreak, just as they were the inspiration to our doubt. We answered the call to apply balance and it was the greatest miracle to our hearts." --Jenny Reynolds _______________________________ TOP PHOTO Lucy's quilt was the first one created to honor the evacuees. This one would later make it's way to the New Orleans Museum of Art and became part of an exhibition chronicling the storm that washed New Orleans away. MIDDLE PHOTO The overhead sign reads "Can you feel the love?" BOTTOM PHOTO These women were some of the first to arrive and stayed with us to the end and beyond. The bond was strong and they would later form The Quilting Queens. These ladies would eventually transform left over clothes into magnificent quilts raising thousands of dollars for the relief effort.
We officially registered more than 10,000 evacuees. We eventually became the official FEMA disaster
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off the phone with Lisa McVay when my washing machine beeped. As I pulled out my favorite bra and placed it on a hanger, I was struck with a thought: What if I didn’t need to wear a bra? No, I am not talking about some 70’s “Let ‘em breathe! Don’t be restrained!” thing. Nor am I talking about being small-chested enough to “get away” with going bra-less. (What does that mean, anyways?) I am talking about choosing life over breasts. I am talking about having breast cancer and needing a double mastectomy. Lisa McVay is my new friend from West Monroe, Louisiana. I can tell from our brief phone conversation that she laughs easily, loves fiercely and smiles readily. I feel warm listening to her southern accent even as she recounts something as devastating as her own battle with breast cancer. It was a normal day in January 2004 when Lisa felt something abnormal in her right breast. At 35 years old, insurance didn’t cover annual mammograms, but she decided she had to see
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a doctor right away. A decision, she believes, saved her life. In a bizarre twist of fate, her right breast was cancer-free and she had been feeling benign cysts, but the diagnosis in her left breast was stage 3 breast cancer. And so her fight to beat cancer began. “It’s just surreal…like you are watching someone else’s life,” she said. In 2004 alone she underwent 16 chemo treatments and 3 months of radiation. She received a lumpectomy and axillary lymph node dissection where the 4 cancerous lymph nodes were successfully removed from her left breast. At this point in her diagnosis, she believed she would keep both of her breasts. When asked if she lost her hair, she confirmed she lost it all, her hair, her eyelashes and even her nose hair. On top of the chemo and radiation recovery, Lisa began to experience the hot flashes that menopause brings. Going through such an intense and trying ordeal one would think she would be jaded, but she seems to find the silver lining in every dark cloud. “I wish everybody would learn to go bald, it’s so much easier getting dressed,” she told me laughingly. I wondered if she wore wigs, but she was quick to say no, although her treatment facility in Houston, Texas provided
them for patients. “They have a place at MD Anderson when Emotionally, physically, financially…my Mom, Linda, put her life you can go downstairs and grab a wig, they could style it and on hold, NOT ONCE BUT TWICE, to step up and take care of wash it and fix it. But it is what it is. I didn’t want to hide it.” me and my children in every way possible. My husband, Jerry, worked for months at a time away from home not seeing his In order to rest during the painful recovery times, Lisa told me family to make the money to keep the household running. My that she listened to motivational music and rainfall sounds to daughter, Ashlea, threw a fundraiser to help with expenses. It’s soothe her. She also craved normalcy, so she worked as much so hard to go through. The second time is devastating but with as she could and kept her daily routine to the best of her ability. support, faith and love you can beat it.” Her kids knew that “Mama was sick” but she wanted to be there for them just like she always had been. She kept the faith. She It was obvious to me who her support system was, but I asked knew it was going to be okay and stayed positive, which she her anyway. She was quick to confirm my thoughts that it was said was about 90% of the battle. her Mom, Linda, and her husband, Jerry. They were her rocks. She also mentioned her kids, Ashlea, Michael and Tyler. I was hoping there was a neat and tidy “And then the cancer was gone! The end!” to her story from 2004, but unfortunately it As for her life today, Lisa says she is doing wonderfully. She is came back 10 years to the month of her first diagnosis. Hearing 46 (“and glad to be 46!”) and she only has 2 more reconstructive it was stage 2 breast cancer in January 2014, Lisa chose to surgeries to go. She has a new job to look forward to at the have a double mastectomy followed by reconstructive surgery. ophthalmologist’s office, she loves spending time with her 3 “The mastectomy was hard, but the first surgery for grandkids (“They keep me young”), and she doesn’t take any reconstruction was very painful. It was a flap procedure. They day for granted. take something from your tummy, cut from one hip to the other, all the way across, make a smiley face incision, and then use Lisa’s message to those who skip out on annual doctor’s exams that tummy skin to form the breasts.” for whatever reason: I didn’t know how reconstruction surgery worked. I didn’t know that after making new breasts in one surgery that there were two more to follow: one surgery to create the nipples, and one to tattoo them so they are the natural color of nipples. I really wished Lisa the Brave never had to learn that either. I had some questions written for Lisa to answer during our phone interview, but I really wanted to hear whatever she wanted to say, as this is her story and not mine. After giving it some thought, she texted me this:
“Do not. It only takes a couple hours, just do it. It saved me twice. My first one was actually in my lymphnodes, and it was in 4 of 16 they took out. It was starting to spread. Who knows where I would be if I had waited until insurance paid for my mammogram at 40. Don’t play with your future.”
Fluent in Spanish and meowing, Sara Enloe is a Jesuslovin' cat lady who traded Michigan winters for Florida sunshine. You can find her writing, singing, or laughing at herself. Follow her on Instagram: @quitesimplysara
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Speak It! written by Kathy B. Nelson
Kathy vs The Chicken
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t was 5:00am and my daughter came and woke me up, “Mom, there is an animal in the yard and it sounds like it’s in trouble.” In my too-early-toreally-communicate way I asked her if she was dreaming. She replied, “No mom, I think it’s a chicken and a dog has it!” Not wanting my children to be traumatized, I got up and went out to see what was going on. Sure enough, as my eyes adjusted to the darkness of the morning, there was a dog carrying a chicken in its mouth. He would pick it up, then drop it. The chicken would run and squawk really loud and the dog would catch it again. I called to the dog and he dropped the chicken and they both ran. I knew our neighbors had a pet chicken so my hope was that it made it home safely. I had a speaking engagement that morning so I proceeded to get dressed. With make-up freshly done and carefully “fixed” hair, I was ready to go when that loud, pained squawk got my attention again. Looking out the window it was clear, the same dog and chicken were back. Knowing my hair was going to go flat, and my face would sweat until my make-up ran down on my neck, rescuing the chicken took priority. Now, keep in mind I am not a farm girl. I have never lived on or near a farm. The only thing country about me is the way I talk. My first thought was, ‘How do you “call” a chicken?’ Getting this bird to safety had to be done in a timely manner because dogs in our neighborhood were like gangs. The street they lived on was their turf and if anyone strange came around – human or animal – there could be trouble. I had to intervene.
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The first rescue attempt was the sweet “Come here chicky, chicky. Come over here so I can take you home.” That did not work. It just strutted and cackled all around my back yard. My second attempt involved just straight up trying to catch it. Running after a chicken should be some kind of sport. I laughed out loud as the chicken had me making turns and movements akin to football drills. The third attempt, because now I was determined to win, involved a broom and a laundry basket. If I could wrangle it with the broom to a corner, I could then throw the laundry basket over it. Somewhere in this third attempt I lost all common sense and began to try to reason with the chicken. As I held the broom up with one hand and the laundry basket in the other I began to say, out loud, “You need to let me catch you! If you don’t, one of these dogs is going to kill you! I know it seems I am your enemy, but I am actually trying to save you! Can’t you see that? Now, be still and let me put you in this basket!” Through a series of moves, the laundry basket finally landed on top of the chicken and it was rescued! To secure
the chicken from getting out and prevent any larger animal from getting in, it was necessary to stack heavy material from the yard on top of the basket, then I laid several rocking chairs down sideways to build a wall around the basket. Feeling it was safe to leave, the family was notified about where to get their chicken and I went on to my scheduled event. In all of the craziness of that morning, a truth came to my mind. We, too, can be like that chicken when it comes to trusting God. There are times it seems He is the one trying to hurt us or keep us from something good. When, in reality, He is trying to rescue us from the things that can hurt or even kill us. The one who seems like our adversary is, in fact, our advocate. Thank God he loves us so much he will pull out all the stops in order to protect us. Let him build a wall of protection around you if necessary. Be encouraged, God is not against you. It is his deep love for you that sometimes involves brooms, laundry baskets and rocking chair walls. Trust Him. _______________________________
Kathy is an author and speaker that loves to bring a word of encouragement to anyone that will listen. Founder of Speak It Ministries, she has been sharing her faith and teaching God's Word for over 30 years. She is a wife, sister, mom and Mimi to some great people and loves spending time with each of them. You can follow her on FaceBook, Twitter @cckahy, Goodreads and Wordpress. She is best described by having a desire to live life, love people and laugh out loud.
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the perfect time to discuss the importance of mammography. Because breast cancer is often detectable in its early stages when there’s a good chance for a cure, breast cancer screening is essential to early detection. Most significantly, mammography is an important line of defense against breast cancer because it can identify tumors even before they can be felt. According to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, aside from nonmelanoma skin cancer, breast cancer is the most common cancer among women in the United States. It is also one of the leading causes of cancer death among women of all races. In 2008 (the most recent year numbers are available), 210,203 women in the United States were diagnosed with breast cancer, and 40,589 women died from the disease.
Digital images tend to provide doctors with better visibility of the breast, chest wall and dense breast tissue. Through computer-aided technology, radiologists are able to enhance certain areas of the digital images to get a more precise picture of a patient’s condition. The digital images can also be stored electronically, and later retrieved to share with other doctors if needed in the future. For women with private insurance, the cost of screening mammograms is usually covered without copayments or deductibles, but women should contact their mammography facility or health insurance company for confirmation. In addition, Medicare pays for annual screening mammograms for all female Medicare beneficiaries age 40 or older.
The National Cancer Institute recommends that women age 40 or older have screening mammograms every 1 to 2 years. If a woman is at high risk for developing breast cancer, her doctor may recommend screening at a younger age, along with additional imaging studies.
If you have had physical exam or a mammogram, and your physician detects there may be an abnormality, a breast ultrasound can provide additional information. It can also assist the physician in determining whether a breast abnormality is filled with fluid (a cyst) or it is solid.
Northern Louisiana Medical Center is proud to offer a variety of breast cancer screening techniques.
A breast ultrasound is an imaging technique that uses sound waves to form a picture of the breast tissue. A small handheld unit (transducer) is gently passed over the breast in a back and forth motion, creating the breast tissue image and displaying it on a monitor. This sound wave technique can capture views of breast tissue that can be difficult for other imaging tests to obtain.
A conventional screening mammogram is a low-dose X-ray test that creates images of breast tissue so doctors can check for lesions or other abnormalities. The x-ray images make it possible to detect tumors that cannot be felt, and can find microcalcifications (tiny deposits of calcium) that sometimes indicate the presence of breast cancer. A mammogram used to check for breast cancer after a lump or other sign or symptom of the disease is called a diagnostic mammogram. Besides a lump, signs of breast cancer can include breast pain, thickening of the skin of the breast, nipple discharge, or a change in breast size or shape; however, these signs may also be signs of benign or non-cancerous breast conditions.
At Northern Louisiana Medical Center, women who undergo routine mammograms also have up-to-date diagnostic technology available with digital mammography. While digital imaging feels almost identical to conventional mammography, its benefits are a shorter exam time than traditional mammograms, and less chance that patients will be called back for repeat exams.
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Stereotactic breast biopsy is a minimally invasive, non-surgical method of assessing abnormal breast tissue that is detected on a mammogram or ultrasound. During the procedure, the woman lies on a special mammography table while an X-ray machine helps guide the physician’s instruments directly to the site of the suspicious tissue. Using a thin needle and a small vacuum, one or more samples of tissue are cut and gently removed for analysis. Multiple tissue samples can be withdrawn during a single needle insertion if needed, which minimizes any potential discomfort for the patient. The professionals at Northern Louisiana Medical Center are ready to provide the breast screening technique that is appropriate for the individual woman. For more information on various breast diseases and conditions, the anatomy of the breasts, other screening tools and more, visit www.northernlouisianamedicalcenter.com, choose the “Health Resources” tab and type “Breast Health” in the search box.
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PHOTOS Left page: Ben Siegmund (white shirt) and his siblings. Right page: Siegmund family at a sunflower patch. Family photos of Ben and his mother.
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I lost my mother to Non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma. She battled cancer for 3 years while even giving birth to a healthy baby girl who is now a Division 1 college athlete. Even though she was only in my life for 5 years, she is the most influential person in my life. I cherish every memory of her. I see her everyday through random occurrences, my family, and memories. I see her laugh in all of my siblings; head thrown back, gigantic smile, and a breathless cry of laughter that turns into an eruption of joy. I see her in every sunset and sunrise, a reminder that every bad day without her has an end and every good day has a beginning. I often take time to remember her and the impact she has had on my life. What I remember most is that her favorite flower was a sunflower. Our house was filled with any sunflower decoration she could get her hands on and with live flowers on the rare occasion we made a trip to a sunflower patch. My mom is now a part of every sunflower I see. I feel the happiness she had every time she came across a sunflower patch or a new painting for the living room. I too have learned to appreciate sunflowers as she did. During growth, a sunflower will go through heliotropism. Heliotropism is when the sunflower tilts to face the sun throughout the day. Once the sunflower has bloomed, it permanently faces east to see the sun rise every morning. In the same way, I have become a sunflower. When I was young, I followed and watched my mother for guidance. When she passed, I had to bloom and face the world on my own. Sunflowers are a symbol of peace and stability. Sometimes I will come by an actual sunflower patch and will always stop to take time to remember her. I feel her every time I bring flowers to rest on her grave. It is always a moment of bliss and sweet memories when I come across a sunflower in any
setting. It is a reminder of her love for me in the short time I got to spend with her. Just as she lives on through these words I write, she lives through every sunflower At times I still question her passing. Feelings of anger, confusion, and sadness can still set in after sixteen years. It can be hard to comprehend how different my life would be with her and how much easier many situations could have been with her counsel. But I am surrounded by a loving group of five siblings that had to suffer through the same pain. Every day is a gift to me from my mother. She brought me into this world to be the greatest honor—her son. Nothing makes me happier than when people compliment my likeness to her. She is my role model and hero; her love transcends beyond her death.
__________________________________________ Ben Siegmund is a resident of Ruston LA and attends Louisiana Tech. He enjoys traveling and spending time with his family. His hobbies include running, writing, and keeping up with the Kardashians.
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thirsty southern soul written by Judith Roberts
My Semi-Ode to Fall
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'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.” – Anne of Green Gables, by L.M. Montgomery Something magical happens in the fall. The leaves start changing color, the winds turn a bit brisk, and an excitement about the last few months of the year fills my spirit. Fall is probably my favorite time of the year. I trudge through the cold months of January and February. I celebrate the spring because my baby girl was born then. I joyfully welcome the summer and then wish it gone the moment the temps hit triple digits. But fall…fall holds wonder. Sure, I could be complacent and talk about football and scarves and – dare I say? – pumpkin spice everything. But that doesn’t really encompass what fall is about to me. Fall is about new beginnings. Everybody makes New Year’s resolutions, but, frankly, I haven’t watched the New Year reign in for several years now. It’s hard for me to get overly excited about New Year’s. Maybe it’s because I know our Louisiana winters are about to start, and while I would love cold weather in November and December, I really anticipate the spring after Christmas. I could shrug off Valentine’s Day and St. Patrick’s Day (though I do love the Mardi Gras season because I’m a good Louisiana girl). By the time Thanksgiving and Christmas roll around, I’m holidayed out.
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I make new academic goals in the fall. I eagerly anticipate my upcoming classes to teach and the new freshmen who step foot on Louisiana Tech’s campus. I plan out the conferences I’ll attend during the year. I even enjoy searching for a parking space because I know it means more students are on campus. Fall is a blank slate. Before they step out on the gridiron, my two favorite teams (the Saints and the Louisiana Tech Bulldogs, of course) are poised to win every game. My new academic calendar and planner are empty, ready to be filled with anniversaries, events and holiday breaks. I have a list planned of family fall activities because I don’t want to miss one iota of fun. I’ll be honest, too – I love the conventional fall traditions as well, even though in Louisiana, we don’t really get to enjoy them until at least December. I love burning candles and drinking hot tea under an afghan. My goal in September is generally to wear boots and scarves – and that anticipation usually is unmet, considering it’s still sweltering in September. But that’s okay. Because fall is more than that. If fall is about new beginnings, about setting new goals and having a blank slate, fall is a chance to make new
connections. Opportunities abound to meet new people, renew friendships and gather around the table. Pair up with an international student and help them become acquainted with the area. For example, Tech’s ELS, an English language center, offers international students Conversation Café, where individuals from the community are paired up with international students to help them with their English and become more familiar with their new home. If anyone is interested in helping, call the ELS at 318-257-2012. Fall is also a great time to open up your home. Who doesn’t like making s’mores over a fire pit or getting together for a potluck dinner? Even coffee and dessert is speaking my love language (If you’re having it, invite me!). Or what about just letting the kids run around and chase fireflies at dusk? Taking a family walk around the neighborhood? Possibilities abound – and that’s what makes fall great. The colors, the fashion, and the treats are good, but so many fresh opportunities to connect with each other make this season profound. _______________________________
Judith Roberts is a journalism instructor at Louisiana Tech University and a born and raised Louisianan. She is an alumna of Tech, Grambling State, and the University of Southern Mississippi. She and her husband Kyle have one gorgeous and feisty child, Alice, and they are members of Temple Baptist Church. Judith has run three half marathons and also enjoys reading and writing -- but not arithmetic.
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so much I want to talk to you about. I want to tell you about how I’ve been reading all these things about milk braising and pickling and I’d love to quit my job and make food for a living. I want to tell you about taking a trip back to New Orleans and bringing a man and watching him geek out in the cutest way over craft beer at Avenue Pub. I want to tell you about how FUN dating is, but how no one ever tells you how behind on chores you’ll get – specifically laundry. I want to tell you about how I’m about to turn twenty eight and it stresses me out about money and life and not owning a dang house by now. I want to have a serious conversation about how I’m just waiting for the day my dog will answer me what I speak to her. I want to tell you about being challenged in your faith life and what it looks like for me and why I’m okay with it (for now). But this issue is about another kind of hard thing. I don’t know what it’s like to have cancer. To say those words and to try and wrap my mind around it. I’ve had a few close people in my life who have had it, and fighting it looked different in all the ways it could. Most of these people did their fighting when I was younger, when I couldn’t really put thoughts into words about it. I’m not sure I can now – but I’d like to try. I want you to know, you don’t have to BE anything. You don’t have to put on a [insert emotion] face. You don’t have to explain what’s going on or not going on. You don’t even really have to talk about it if you don’t want to. I think there’s something incredibly beautiful in saying
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“I don’t know” or some version of it, out loud. There’s a whole whole lot we don’t know in life. We often pretend we have it figured out. That our lives fit perfectly in this little box and we don’t mind carrying it around. Be brave and tell the truth. Let’s all be a little more real and say how heavy our life can feel sometimes. That things don’t fit or turn out like we wanted, and we’re trying to figure out what to do about that – if there’s anything that can be done. Some of the best conversations I’ve had are when both people admit to a struggle and to not knowing an answer. Knowing you’re not alone, no matter the season you’re in, it’s a beautiful thing life gives us. We should have advantage of it more often. For me, that looks like saying YES. Learning to say yes when I don’t want to or when I don’t know the outcome. I want to believe that if you make enough room in your life, new things will fill in that space. New things will rush into the openness you created. Being open won’t remain a void – something new will come in and hope is, if you ask for it, it will be beautiful. So say YES. Say yes to the hunger, the hope and what’s not assured or safe right now. Say yes to stepping out into faith – really stepping out, by diving in, and not just dipping your toes into the water. Pull the shirt over your head and jump into the wave. Submerge and emerge. Say yes to honesty. Yes to courage and beauty. I know those are buzz words, but they’re also words with an
incredible amount of weight. They are words worth understanding and experiencing. Say yes to what matters. Say yes to what’s not part of your rules. Say yes to throwing your box out the window. Don’t really throw a box out the window though – that’s actually littering. Say yes to taking a deep breathe, and exhaling into the new and unknown. I recently gave myself permission to eat a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I hadn’t had one in at least three years. Lemme tell you, that was the best dang sandwich I’ve had in a while. Now I know that a sandwich is nothing close to what you’re maybe going through. But maybe along the way to all these things, you’ll make yourself a PB&J and breathe a little easier. Toast the bread – don’t be a savage about it – and know that you can find beauty in everything around you.
Shelley is a twenty something gal twostepping in Lafayette, Louisiana. When she's not working as a Marketing Manager for the Chamber of Commerce, she can often be found running through her neighborhood in order to enjoy Cajun cuisine on a regular basis. Her beloved dog, Olive is often by her side. Follow her rants and quips on Twitter @shellbellduran.
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cooking simply
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Welcome autumn. We’ve missed you. I’ve missed you. Louisiana is just gorgeous during those few short weeks. Have you ever noticed it? We may not have the spectacular display of color seen in New England, but what we do have can be equally as beautiful. The rest of the country may think of summer as the perfect camping season but we know better. Fall is just right for a campfire. Its cool nights are perfect for sleeping under the stars and those warm but not scorching hot days make for some of the best hiking weather out there. Imagine snuggling up in a cozy sweater around a roaring fire making s’mores. Who wants to do that in summer? Not this girl, that’s for sure. In honor of my favorite season, I’ve rounded up a few foil packet recipes to share. These recipes are great for cooking in a campfire, on a grill, or even in your oven and because you’re cooking in the foil, clean up is easy peasy. Be sure to use heavy duty aluminum foil to make your packets. Standard foil is too thin and can tear easily. ---------------------------------------------------Lemon Garlic Salmon 1 lb Salmon filet 1 Lemon, sliced thin 2 Cloves Garlic, chopped 1 Green Onion, chopped 1 tsp. Vegetable Oil Salt and Pepper to Taste On a large piece on foil, place your salmon, skin side down, in the center. Drizzle the vegetable oil and rub to coat the entire filet. Sprinkle with salt and pepper. Sprinkle the garlic and green onion evenly over the fish. Place the lemon slices on top, covering the entire filet. Place a second piece of foil on top and fold the foil inward to create a packet. If using the oven, bake at 350°F for 15-20 minutes. Set aside for a couple of minutes to rest before carefully opening the packet.
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---------------------------------------------------Loaded Potatoes, Hasselback Style 4 Medium Russet Potatoes 1 Stick Butter, room temperature 1 Cup Cheddar Cheese, shredded 3 Cloves Garlic, chopped 1 Green Onion, chopped Salt and Pepper to taste Toppings: Sour Cream, Bacon Crumbles, and Chopped Green Onion Make thin slits across the potato, slicing most of the way but stopping just short of cutting all the way through. You will end up with a potato that sort of looks like an armadillo. Now count your slits. Slice that many thin (very thin) pats of butter. Sprinkle salt and pepper over the potato. Place a pat of butter in each slit. Stuff cheese into each slit. Sprinkle garlic and onion. Fold up the foil and set aside. Repeat with 3 remaining potatoes. Bake at 350°F for 1 hour. Carefully open the packet and serve with sour cream, crumbled bacon, and more green onion. ---------------------------------------------------Cheesy Garlic Fries 4 Medium Russet Potatoes 1 Cup Cheddar Cheese, shredded 4 Cloves Garlic, chopped 1 Green Onion, chopped 3 Strips Bacon, cooked and crumbled 1 tbsp Vegetable Oil Salt & Pepper to taste Slice the potatoes lengthwise to create thick French fries. In a large bowl, drizzle the vegetable oil and stir to coat. Add the rest of the ingredients and stir to combine. Pour the french fries onto a large piece of foil. Place a second piece of foil on top and fold inward to create
a packet. Bake at 350°F for 30 minutes. Carefully open the packet and enjoy. I like this with sour cream drizzled on top. ---------------------------------------------------Campfire Corn 4 Ears Corn, husk and silk removed 4 tbsp Butter ½ cup Parmesan Cheese, shredded Paprika to taste Salt & Pepper to taste Place an ear of corn on a piece of foil. Sprinkle salt, pepper, and paprika on corn. Cut 1 tbsp of butter into 4 pieces and place on top of corn. Sprinkle some parmesan cheese. Fold up the foil and twist the ends closed. Bake for 20-30 minutes at 350°F. Carefully open foil and enjoy. ---------------------------------------------------S'More Hand Pies 1 16.3-oz Can Biscuits, Flaky Layers Mini Marshmallows Semisweet Chocolate Chips Graham Crackers Break the graham crackers into small pieces. Set aside. Separate each biscuit into 2 halves. Stretch out each half until double in size. Be careful to avoid creating holes. Place one half down. Put small amounts of the marshmallows, chocolate, and crackers in the center of the dough. Place the second half of the dough over the pie. Use a fork to press down and seal the edges. Bake at 350°F for around 10 minutes. In a campfire, wrap these in foil and place at the edge on the fire to cook. Enjoy this melty, gooey, chocolatey goodness. I sure will.
Melissa is a happy-go-lucky, thirty-something from Chalmette, Louisiana who recently moved to Long Island, New York. She studied culinary arts at the Chef John Folse Culinary School at Nicholls State University. Between spending time with her family and immersing herself in books, she lives for exploring new places, bringing smiles to everyone she meets and sharing her passion for Southern cuisine with that unique Cajun twist.
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ast year started off crazy. That’s the first C word to begin my 2014. I had accepted a new job with an ad agency in Georgia, meaning I was packing up my life (and a lot of shoes) to move south. That also meant leaving my incredible job and amazing bosses and friends to bid adieu to my beloved New York City. The hardest decision of my life soon turned into the hardest trial of my life when the company I moved for went under, leaving me jobless. Jobless was a title that brought lots of tissues and frustration and “whys.” I sat in disbelief as I packed up everything back into boxes once again - no clue where those boxes were headed. 2014 was starting out crazy - I was jobless, but thankfully I serve a God who never leaves me hopeless. Within a few weeks time, those boxes had a destination. I accepted a new job at a Christian ad agency, one I had been seeking for years but was never able to find. But somehow, in the midst of a layoff, I got a random email from someone I had never heard of before from an agency I had never knew existed. I had been looking for a place like this but gave up believing it was out there. The message asked if I’d be interested in a copywriting position with their company. A day later I was interviewing. A week later, I was on a flight to meet the team. A month later, I was a Michigan resident. Talk about a God-arranged life; I’m so thankful I get to live it. 2014 started off crazy. I’d take crazy over the other C word that ended the year… Cancer. The tumor was growing rapidly on her left lung. It wasn’t my lung or my disease, but somehow, when someone you love gets cancer, the whole family gets cancer. I had jotted that phrase down so many times during interviews with those who had fought the battle, “we all got cancer” they’d say, and I’d softly reply, sadness in my voice, that I understood, that I felt their pain. But until someone you love gets diagnosed, you just don’t get it. You just don’t know how it feels.
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You don’t know what it’s like to fight the devastating thoughts from your mind. What if…? What will I do if they…? How can I get by without…? Lung Cancer. They had treatment immediately.
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the call to hear, “I’m cancer free, Baby!” Turns out there’s another C word. Cured. Conquered. Celebrate. Those are the ones that started my 2015. And the ones Nana and I are clinging to for the rest of time. For the rest of time, I love you more, Nan.
Cancer takes its toll. It spreads through the infected person’s body and just as quickly, it spreads through their loved one’s hearts. Watch the person you love barely able to open their eyes, watch them sip water through a straw using every ounce of energy they have, watch them throw up all over themself. Then throw up again. Watch them as you help clean the mess, looking at you with teary embarrassed eyes to say, “I’m so sorry, baby.” Cancer makes you realize how bad life can be. But it also makes you realize how good it is. It makes I love you’s mean more. It makes hugs feel special and smiles feel lucky and moments feel valued. It makes families grow stronger, fighting together for more breaths and more days and tumor free lungs and clean results. It made me care less about the petty and care more about the real. It made me more authentic, made me love deeper and call more and really want to know the answer to, “how are you doing?” And best of all? It made me realize how great the feeling is when you receive A copywriter, novelist, and columnist, Chalaine lives by her pen. She is always traveling and never settling, making memories wherever she roams. Living off her dog's cuddles, her brother's humor, and sweet iced tea, she is just a girl in love with the simplicities. Mostly though, she is just a mess in stilettos, living off God's grace and living to serve Him, welcoming inspiration from wherever it comes and pursuing her dreams with whatever it takes. Follow her @Chaleezy
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When you hear the word “cancer”, it is typical to think of an older person who has had time to live and experience life. It’s a sad diagnosis, and we hope and pray for healing. It’s even sadder when that diagnosis is given to a child. Those children diagnosed with cancer are given a fighting chance because of different medical advances such as chemotherapy. None of that would be possible without research teams in hope of finding a cure. Organizations such as the St. Baldricks foundation help to fund research for childhood cancers, and they do so by people shaving their heads to raise money. Since 1999, St. Baldricks has been raising money for the research of childhood cancers, and many people from all over have participated in raising money – even people in North Louisiana have taken the challenge. Olivia Prado, a 13 year old girl from Ringgold, Louisiana, decided to contribute to the cause. Susan Prado, Olivia’s mother, said Olivia’s actions were exceptional. “At the time of her shaving, Olivia was the youngest female shavee they had ever had,” Susan said. “I know she would love to share her story with others, but she still doesn't think she did anything particularly exceptional, though we all do.” Olivia said the reason she became interested in raising cancer awareness was because of her pediatrician who was diagnosed with cancer. “When I was a lot younger my pediatrician Dr.Atchison at MidCity Pediactrics was diagnosed with uterine cancer,” Olivia said. “I constantly looked up to her and admired her, and when she was diagnosed with uterine cancer, it opened my eyes to how strong of a person she was, and how strong those who are fighting cancer have to be. “I would not have been the person I am today without Dr.Atchison. She truly touches people's lives, and I aspire to do the same. I really hope that this article does recognize Dr.Atchison because I wouldn't have even had the opportunity to have an article written about me if it weren't for her, she's had an enormous impact on my life and on so many other people's lives. She's a truly phenomenal human being.” Because of her admiration for her pediatrician, Olivia said she wanted to do something to help others just as her doctor had done. “I immediately wanted to do something that I thought would make a difference,” Olivia said. “I soon discovered Wigs for Kids my first grade year and began cutting my hair to help make wigs for children who were diagnosed with cancer.” It wasn’t until she was 13 years old that she decided to shave her head. “I cut my hair numerous times but after I turned 13 I decided that it needed to
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be something bigger,” Olivia said. “I did hours and hours of research finding tons of different ways to help, but the one that really spoke to me was shaving my head through St.Bladricks. Just seeing the influence the shavees had and how much selflessness they had inspired me.” Olivia, now 15 years old, said she regrets nothing from her experience with shaving her head for St. Baldricks. “I also wanted to mention how much positive feedback I received,” Olivia said. “It was overwhelming; I was actually surprised by it because thousands of people saw my videos and pictures, and I have yet to receive a negative comment about it. “It inspired a lot of people to do the same and to actually start events. I work with several people who help host St.Baldricks events across the state and it’s phenomenal. It's such a positive thing. Even kids were inspired by the idea and loved the shaved head! There's no regret I could ever have about doing it, and anyone else who's done it will say the same thing. It was by far the best experience of my life. When I was shaving my head I wasn’t even slightly nervous because I knew it was the right thing to do.”
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the journey written by Jason McReynolds
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e all know someone with cancer or who has had cancer. Not having ever had cancer myself, I’ve often wondered what is most helpful to them. I’ve tried to think of answers but it seemed fruitless… here’s why: Should I bring them food? Maybe, but probably not. How do I know what they’d like? How do I know if it will make them sick or not? Would they even like it? Too much of a risk there. Should I mow their lawn? That’s a great idea, right? Except, what if they’re paying their nephew to do it. I just took a teenager’s gas money for the week. Nope. I actually did this for three weeks for my neighbor who was sick (not with cancer). He finally came out and said, “Listen, we appreciate it, but we pay Stephen to do this.” My bad Stephen. I could clean their house. But nobody wants me to clean their house. My cleaning routine is not like your cleaning routine. You’d have to clean your house after I cleaned your house just to have a clean house. I noticed a pharmaceutical commercial the other day where cancer patients, who looked remarkably full of energy, were asking what they would like to hear concerning their illness. They said they wanted to hear new news regarding advancements towards a cure. “That makes sense,” I thought. But then down at the bottom it said “paid actors”. It was a good commercial. Really convincing. I know they write it in small letters that tend to blend into the background so you don’t notice. I’m sure that people really do want better answers. But it’s deceiving. Here’s the thing… everyone is different. You won’t know what someone wants or needs unless you ask them.
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Sometimes we get skittish about what to do for our sick friends. But skittish is not what we see Jesus asks us to be. He wasn’t skittish with people who had leprosy. He walked right up to them and touched them. Touch was the very thing you weren’t supposed to do to the leprous. If you did you’d get the disease yourself. But Jesus trusted His Heavenly Father who was more concerned with people than with our own safety. He asks us to be present with one another. He asks us to invest in one another. In fact, Jesus asks us to go so far as to give our lives for one another. How do you do that with someone who is sick? I love baseball. I watch it. Coach it. Wish I could play it again. Baseball is one of those sports where the announcers and players are realists. They don’t make excuses for poor play and they don’t get cocky (most of the time) when they go on a tear because they know that baseball is a fickle sport. They’re also quick to tell you that they are normal everyday people who just happen to be living their dream. Recently the manager of the Boston Red Sox, John Farrell, was diagnosed with Stage 1 lymphoma, which was found during surgery to repair a hernia. It just so happened that his good friend, former teammate, and current Cleveland Indians manager, Terry Francona, was in town to play a three game series against the Redsox.
He decided he would go to John’s first chemotherapy with him since he was around. In typical baseball honesty and humility he told reporters he was talking to Farrell and asking questions, “I may not do anything other than get in the way, like normal, but being a friend, the only thing I know how to do is be a friend. Like the rest of us, we don't know exactly what to do, but I do know how to be a friend. I care about him a lot. That's what I'm trying to do.” I love it! That’s what we need more of! Be a friend who asks questions. What do you like to eat? Can I bring you dinner? Can I mow your lawn? Can you tell me how you clean your house? Be a friend who is just there. Be a friend who will give their time. Give your time at the hospital with them. Give your time as they recover. One of the most rewarding parts of my job as a pastor is to be with family members during surgery. That’s how you give your life. One minute at a time. One hour at a time. One day at a time. It’s so refreshing to get an incredibly deep and yet simple life lesson from two old baseball giants. It’s even more amazing to see them reflect a much-needed spiritual principle of how to comfort someone who is sick or hurting in their time of need. Be Terry Francona to your friends and family in need. Better yet, be Jesus to them and help them receive needed comfort.
Jason McReynolds is the pastor of New Orleans Community Church. He and his wife, Liev, have two boys and one little girl. Jason enjoys hanging out with his family and friends, watching and/or playing any kind of sports, and taking his wife out on dates. To learn more about him, or NOCC, visit: www.neworleanscommunity church.com
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365 DAYS OF RUNNING
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This journey all started one day when I was scrolling Facebook.
I came across a page where this guy had been on a run streak for over 1,000 consecutive days. I thought to myself, “I may not be able to do that, but perhaps I can do 365 days.” So I challenged myself to run a minimum of 1 mile every day for 365 days. On July 4, 2014, my father announced to my family his diagnosis of bone cancer. It was that day that I started my challenge. During the challenge I worked a full time job, often took my father to get his chemotherapy in Shreveport twice a week and would return home to my part time job of personal training. Never missing a day of work or running even though my mornings would often start at 4:00 am and end at 9:00 p.m. During this process I continued my love for travel and running.
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C. Alisa Greene
In July 2014, I traveled to Washington D.C. Where I ran a 5K in Virginia. My next trip was in August on a family vacation with my father to Charleston, South Carolina. It was there that I completed my first 12k race and shared that precious time with my awesome dad. The very next trip was in October to Boston, Massachusetts where I met two time Boston Marathon Champion Geoff Smith at a 5 mile race. It was shortly after returning from Boston that I moved in with my father and became his primary caretaker, only leaving his side for my 10 minute 1 mile runs daily. It was December 16, 2014, that my father passed from this life, but I ran in honor of his love and strength that he so courageously demonstrated before me. He was buried on December 20th and I woke up that morning and went for an early 2 mile run before the funeral. The day before New Year’s Eve I traveled to Dallas, Texas and ran the Double Double race where you end the year with a race and the very next day you begin the new year with a race. It was frigid cold and there was ice on the ground,
BE INTENTIONAL. DREAM BIG. LIVE FULL. DIE EMPTY. but I completed back to back 5k's. I continued my running in beautiful Key West Florida in January of 2015. It was shortly after that I traveled to Biloxi, Mississippi and ran on the beach each day of my visit. In February I was fortunate enough to travel to Paris, France. I had no clue where I was going on the streets of Paris, but I managed to navigate my way for 2 mile runs while there. I then packed a bag and was off to an unknown destination that ended up being San Juan, Puerto Rico where I ran along the beach and even completed a 5k. The challenge had not been met so I continued running every day in the midst of the stress of losing my father, unemployment and starting a new career/ business. The travel continued also and I was off to Las Vegas in May where I ran on the Las Vegas strip and even got in some sky diving while I was there. I decided that the run should end in a beautiful place I had never been before. 365 days and EVERY one of the runs outside. Awesome! I ended the challenge in beautiful Nassau Bahamas. I'm still running and day 400 was completed August 8, 2015, in Gulfport, Mississippi. I'm not sure when I'll stop or if I ever will, but I know it will have to be something bigger than rain, extreme heat and cold, lightning and thunder, the flu, fatigue, sore knees and hips, the illness or death of a loved one, running in foreign countries or unemployment, because I have already run in spite of those challenges. Every day I posted on Facebook about my journey of running and finding my awesome. I would meet strangers who were following my journey to ask, "How many more days left?" This journey has taught me so much. Through it I have gained many new "friends" and a deeper appreciation for God's grace being sufficient. As a result of this 365 Day running challenge doors have started opening for me. I recently opened my own business, Passport Wellness Center in Grambling, La. I have taken an active part in The Lincoln Parish Breakfast (Running) Club which was recently started. The running club runs are every Sunday morning at 6:30, Tuesday and Thursday evenings at7:00 p.m. starting from Lincoln Parish Library. It is free and made up of men, women of all ages, races, levels of walking, and running who want to improve their health and encourage others to do the same. We welcome newbies, the experienced and everyone in between to join us. The Breakfast Club is sponsored by Dr. Jerry Yarbrough of Fyzical. My motto is: Be Intentional. Dream Big. Live Full. Die Empty. Every day for 365 days I was intentional about my running. It was a big dream, and I lived full to include taking care of my father, and doing things I've always wanted to do like jet skiing and sky diving. And when I die 50 years from now I'll still be running; 103 years old and I'll be empty of every God inspired idea and gift. I had a lot of support and love along the way. And I want you to know that it wasn't easy, but it was worth it. I hope you're encouraged, challenged and ready to Be Intentional. Dream Big. Live Full. And many years from now Die Empty. If I can do it. You can too! Whatever your "IT" is.
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ice cream & other things that should be discussed
written by Ashley Maddox To Be Loved
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read a quote online today that just floored me. The quote says "The sad truth is so many people are in love and not together and so many people are together and not in love." This was infinitely sad to me but I realize that it's probably true. Naturally this caused me to think about my current relationship and the other relationships I have had in my life. I'm not one of those people who like other people to feel sorry for me. I like to think I am strong and independent and, for the most part, I am. However, I am also deeply flawed. I am prideful and am not as forgiving as I should be. I am also broken. Broken in a way that can never be fixed. I am aware that this sounds dramatic but it's true. I have a disease that I will have for the rest of my life. I have Ulcerative Colitis (UC), an autoimmune disease in which my body sees the food I eat as something bad and chooses to create an inflammatory response which makes me sick nausea, vomiting, diarrhea, etc. My stomach hurts constantly, I can't eat and I lose weight rapidly. I don't like to talk about it because people immediately feel sorry for me and it's gross. What girl wants to have to throw up or poo all the time? Not a turn on for the fellas. I don't even tell all of my friends about it. Some know but some don't. It's not that I am embarrassed; I just don't want that look of pity that I get. The look that people give puppies who have been kicked. I don't like having to explain what my disease is and what I have to do to stay healthy. I find it exhausting and depressing. Sometimes even after the explanation people still don't understand and the look of pity stays on their face. So what does my disease have to do with the quote above? I thought because of my illness that no one would love me, that no one would want me. Who wants a girl that's broken and
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can't be fixed? Who wants a girl with an incurable disease? I found out I had UC when I was a junior in high school. I had a lot of different tests done. I vividly remember having an ultrasound done and when it was over the technologist talked to my mom after I left the room. I remember sitting in a chair outside and thinking that I had cancer and no one wanted to tell me because I was so young. The tests went on for a few months. I eventually got so sick and dehydrated that my primary care doctor sent me to the hospital. I was diagnosed with UC during that visit after a colonoscopy. It's daunting to be told that you have a disease that can only be cured if you have your entire colon removed. As a teenager, it's also extremely depressing. Not to mention I was informed that I would have to have a colonoscopy every 2-3 years to make sure I don't have colon cancer because UC can cause changes in the colon due to the inflammation. Great. Overjoyed to have a test most people don't have to have until they're 50. When I went back to school, I faced a lot of questions that I didn't want to answer. Eventually things went back to normal as I regained my health but when I was a senior in high school I was hospitalized again right before my senior graduation. I missed all of the events leading up to graduation and was only released the day of my graduation because I was class Valedictorian. One mother kindly remarked at graduation "Wow. You're so skinny. You're eyes are all sunken
in." Thanks lady. Appreciate the boost of confidence. One of my teachers told my classmate who walked by me for graduation to catch me if I passed out. I managed to make it through graduation without any incident but there weren't a lot of people betting on it. During high school, there were periods when I was taking around 20 pills a day to keep me healthy. This continued into college. I took steroids on and off to help with the inflammation in my stomach. The steroids made me gain weight and made my face fat. I used to call myself volleyball head. I also took whatever "natural" remedies my dad desperately suggested for me. Aloe pills, special health drinks, I tried a little bit of everything but unfortunately none of it helped at all. I met my husband during one of my normal times when I wasn't bloated from the steroids. As we dated through college, he saw me in both stages, my normal self and my inflated steroid self. He saw me sick and he saw me healthy. He was there when I considered having surgery to remove my colon which, thankfully, I did not do. Jerry is my rock. He helps me to stay positive. While most men never have to accept that their wife goes to the bathroom, my husband has had to and that is a pretty big thing for him to do. He knows and understands that I am not going to feel well all the time. Even though we don't discuss my medical issues all of the time he is still thinking about them and worried about me. One of my favorite
Ashley is originally from North Louisiana but now resides in New Orleans, Louisiana. Her experiences growing up in the country and being transplanted to the big city give her a unique perspective into life's quirks and hilarities. She is active in the New Orleans lifestyle and she has a great group of friends from which to draw her inspiration. She is a member of the Krewe of Nyx, attends numerous Mardi Gras Balls, runs, and enjoys reading and ice cream. She is married to her loving husband Jerry (who may or may not have written this bio).
Jerry stories happened the first time he took me to have a colonoscopy done. I was in the recovery area after the procedure and was quite groggy as you can imagine. The first thing I remember is the nurse poking her head in to check on me. Jerry immediately asked her if it was normal that I had asked him the same thing 9 times. While I was a little ticked it was also funny because he was genuinely concerned that something was wrong with me. The nurse assured him I was fine and he relaxed. Thank goodness for Jerry making sure my colonoscopy hadn't made me a crazy person! In 2005, I found out that Remicaid was approved by the FDA for UC. I was excited because this was my chance to stop taking all the pills and steroids. Remicaid is an infusion that I receive every 8 weeks. That's right, every 8 weeks I go and sit in a chair and have an IV started and I sit for 3-4 hours and have poison pumped into my body that depresses my immune system. While this medication has worked great for me, it can cause lymphoma or tuberculosis as well as affect how well my body fights infection or heals after surgery. This medication is poison. I am also terrified that it will stop working. There are other medications that I can take but they are all poison too. Every option I have is bad for me. There are repercussions from the steroids I took as well. At 30 years old, I found out I have a small cataract in my right eye due to all of the steroids I had to take. My eyes are also constantly dry and I have to use a million drops. I went through a period where I had pink eye almost every month for over a year. All issues caused by my UC.
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other providers that under no circumstances will they be prescribed any hormone therapy because it causes cancer. On the opposite end of the spectrum, I might encounter a much older woman still on the highest dose of Premarin, the synthetic equine estrogen. This lack of balance in treatment is certainly tragic, and disrespectful to the woman having out-of-body menopausal symptoms. The most well-known study regarding hormone therapy was the Women’s Health Initiative (WHI) of 2002 which reported on the effects of animal-derived, synthetic estrogen and progestin. The conclusions were that the hormone treatment increased the risk of heart disease, stroke, blood clots, and breast cancer, and that the risks of Hormone Replacement Therapy (HRT) outweighed the benefits. There are other researchers and professionals within the medical community who disagree with the conclusions of the WHI. They assert that there were problems with the study in that the researchers used the wrong estrogen (Premarin is not a human hormone), they used the wrong progesterone (Provera is not a human hormone and actually blocks progesterone receptors), they used the wrong route of administration (oral estrogens INCREASE inflammation), and they used the wrong women, post-menopausal women age 50-79. Though I have searched extensively, I cannot find any further description of the study population, but one would have to assume many of them had co-morbidities such as obesity, prediabetes, diabetes, high blood pressure, etc. that would impact their outcome in the trial. Although the WHI study was designed to evaluate the role of HRT in the prevention of diseases related to aging, many women and their providers also abandoned HRT as therapy for menopausal symptoms, and that is a shame. I am appalled that a provider will tell a woman that she cannot have hormones because they cause cancer, but will not tell their obese patient that she is at risk for cancer and other deadly diseases. Our political correctness and fear of offending is killing us AND our patients.
are probably few healthcare topics that are as polarizing and generate such heated debate as the subject of hormone therapy. Hormone replacement therapy in the postmenopausal woman can be a God-send, but is it really safe? Menopause has been referred to as a condition of “living decay”, and one New York gynecologist, Dr. Robert Wilson author of the 1966 book Feminine Forever, advocated the use of estrogen to save women from “the tragedy of menopause”. I would personally agree that life-altering hot flashes emanating from a human flame thrower, mood swings, weight gain, and my personal favorite, the dried up vagina that has left the building, complemented by the disappearing libido, are tragedies of monumental proportion! It’s interesting to me though that there is such division amongst healthcare professionals on this topic, yet such extremes still exist in treatment. I talk to women every day in my practice who express concern about using hormones because of what they’ve read/ heard, or they have been told by
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The other part of this conversation is to discuss the use of bioidentical hormone therapy (BHRT). These are derived from plant sources and are structurally identical to human hormones. As a consumer of bio-identical hormone replacement therapy, I am also concerned about safety. It is common to hear women declare that because they use natural hormones, they are not at risk for any untoward consequences, but this is simply not true. As wonderful as bio-identical hormones can be at relieving symptoms and improving quality of life, they are not “get out of jail free” cards. HRT is only a small piece of the total wellness puzzle. Determining the safety of any regimen is a complex process and is dependent on several factors. Several important points are as follows: 1. Safety is dependent on what and how much is prescribed. BHRT is easily tailored to the individual based on history, symptoms, and hormone test results. 2. The route of administration matters. Oral estrogen increases one of the toxic estrogen metabolites. Oral estradiol is asso-
ciated with a marked increase in C-reactive protein, an inflammatory marker.
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4. ANY hormone treatment should be a complement to an already healthy, anti-inflammatory lifestyle. Toxins, processed, frankenfoods (genetically modified), sugar, obesity, blood sugar abnormalities, poor sleep, nutrient deficiencies, and stress all need to be addressed as part of an individualized wellness plan, giving YOU control over your long term health! FEATURING FEATURING
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his is the fourth in a five-part series I’m bringing to you about the Author-Agent Partnership. In the first three I discussed whether or not every writer needs an agent, when in his or her career an author should consider acquiring an agent and how to research effectively to identify your dream agent. In this article I’ll be discussing what the author’s responsibility is in this partnership. Your number one responsibility, of course, is to produce the very best books you can so that your agent has a viable product to market. But aside from that, your other major responsibility is to keep the lines of communication with your agent open and productive. If your goals change, if you are unhappy with some aspect of the partnership, if some area of your personal life has impacted your writing life or if anything is going on that has potential to impact this partnership then you MUST let your agent know. Your agent is not a mind reader. If the problem is with the operational part of your partnership, then she can only address it if she knows what you are feeling. If the issue is with you - your goals or expectations have changed, or something has impacted your ability to meet your deadlines, then she can adjust her focus to be an advocate for you with your editor and/or help you chart a path to your new goals BUT ONLY IF SHE KNOWS what you need. The worst thing you can do is let problems fester until there is no hope of repair. I have a friend, a multi-published author, who complains to me occasionally that she isn’t getting what she needs from her agent, that her projects seem to languish on her agent’s desk and that she doesn’t get the ‘love’ from her agent
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that some of the other, bigger name clients seem to get. Yet when I asked her if she’d had a frank discussion about this with said agent, I got an evasive response along the lines of “Well not exactly, but she knows what I want and I’m not getting it.”
The other thing you will want to communicate to your agent is any bit of industry news that you’ve picked up on that could impact your career. Don’t assume your agent knows about it or knows of your interest in it - drop her a quick email. Share information.
Folks, that’s not going to cut it. The agent probably thinks everything is going fine. And, if my friend decides to severe the relationship, which she was contemplating last time we spoke on the subject, the agent will likely feel blindsided.
Also, if you had some one-on-one time with an editor and have established a relationship, make your agent aware of that so she can help you capitalize on it in the future.
Never, ever hesitate to contact your agent over some matter you want to discuss because you think you might be ‘bothering her’. Any agent worth her salt will want to know what’s on your mind when it comes to your career. However, keeping the lines of communication open does NOT mean bombarding your agent with frivolous or trivial questions or chit-chat. Remember, you have only one agent but your agent has many clients. If she’s going to be busy marketing her clients’ work - and that includes yours - then she needs to have the time to do that. Keep your communications on point and professional. If you have larger issues than just a quick update or check-in, then ask to set up an appointment for a phone discussion. Of course, if she addresses your business issue and then moves into informal chitchat, then feel free to go with it. Always take your cues from her.
You as the author also have a responsibility to be proactively involved in the business aspect of your career. Yes, your agent is your negotiator and your advocate, but that doesn’t completely relieve you of the burden of reviewing your own contracts, asking questions and monitoring industry changes and trends. And last but definitely not least is your responsibility to protect the writing. Yes, you should trust your agent’s input and advice and give it strong consideration. But never be afraid to question her advice, and, if you feel strongly, to pass on it. Always explain your reasons, but stand firm if you feel so led. This is your career and you should have the final say in how your product goes out and in who it is ultimately sold to. That’s it for now. Next time around we’ll close out this series with a discussion on how to handle things if you decide to sever the relationship.
Winnie Griggs grew up in south Louisiana in an undeveloped area her friends thought of as the back of beyond. She and her siblings spent many an hour exploring the overgrown land around her home, cutting jungle trails, building forts and frontier camps, and looking for pirate ships on the nearby bayou. Once she ‘grew up’ she began capturing those wonderful adventures in the pages of her notebooks. Now a multipublished, award winning author, Winnie feels blessed to be able to share her stories with readers through her published books. You can learn more about Winnie at www.winniegriggs.com or connect with her at www. facebook.com/WinnieGriggs.Author
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Matusiak added that once the children arrive at camp, they are assigned an adult volunteer so that their stay is enjoyable and safe. The children are paired with a companion; an adult wanting to volunteer to work with children with cancer or a child cancer survivor who has come back to serve as a mentor, role model and beacon of hope for children with cancer. Activities consist of, but are not limited to, social interactions development such as group craft activities, dances, bonfires, hay rides, horseback riding and care for the animals during their stay at camp, entertainment, boating, swimming, and fishing. Healthy kid meals are provided during all the activities throughout the year according to the medical requirements provided to Camp Quality by the child’s healthcare provider. Even though the children are provided with a fun camp experience, they still receive the medical care they need during their stay. During these activities, Camp Quality provides a medical team, consisting of volunteer nurses, nurse practitioners, physician assistants and physicians, and medical treatment continues for the child outside of the hospital or inpatient environment. If a child needs inpatient treatments, the child is taken to one of a variety of medical facilities contracted throughout the state. The main medical treatment partner for Camp Quality is the St. Jude’s Children Hospital Clinics in Baton Rouge and Shreveport and New Orleans Children’s Hospital.
to the National Cancer Institute, there were an estimated 15,780 children and adolescents ages 0 to 19 years diagnosed with cancer in 2014. After the children are diagnosed, they are subjected to the grueling treatments and hospital stays – their childhood is essentially put on hold. They have to deal with real problems and issues with their health. With the help of organizations such as Camp Quality Louisiana, children with cancer don’t have to put their childhood on hold. They work and strive to “let kids with cancer be kids again.” Matthew Matusiak, executive director of Camp Quality Louisiana, said “The goal of camp is to provide a special camping experience for children suffering from cancer. We realize that none of us can do anything about the quantity of life, but all of us can do something about the quality of life.” The first Camp Quality, in the US, was held in 1986 in northwest Missouri. There are currently 15 camps throughout the United States. Camp Quality Louisiana’s first week-long camp was held in 1989. All Camp Quality programs are free to the children and their families. Children range in age from 4-17 years old, and may be in any stage of active treatment or remission. Matusiak says “Camp Quality is all about hope - hope for a successful treatment, hope for a cure, and hope for the future.” Camp Quality Louisiana offers three events throughout the year. Currently, they host an annual week-long summer camp, a September event for Childhood Cancer Awareness, and a Fall Reunion for those campers who have attended a current or past summer camp. “When a child is diagnosed with cancer they are often stripped of their childhood and thrust into an adult world of hospitals, pain and isolation. Our belief, as the belief of the Camp Quality, USA organization, is that through laughter and enjoyment comes healing. Happiness is often the best medicine.”
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Camp Quality is a free camp and Matusiak adds that there would be no way to help the children without donations and sponsors. “In our mission to be able to offer a place for laughter and enjoyment to these wonderfully special children, our organization relies on the generosity of individuals and businesses for support. Without the assistance of the community and individuals, we wouldn’t be able to serve and support the children impacted by cancer.” As a registered 501(c)3 organization, all donations to Camp Quality Louisiana are tax deductible,” Matusiak said. “Remember that every donation makes a difference, no matter the amount.” You can donate online at www.campqualityusa.org and choose Camp Quality Louisiana as the designated camp for your donation. Should you choose to donate online, you can setup recurring monthly, quarterly or annual donations. Matusiak states “You will be glad to know that Camp Quality, USA has earned a four-star rating from Charity Navigator, America's premier charity evaluator. The rating recognizes Camp Quality USA’s sound fiscal management and commitment to accountability and transparency.” Camp Quality Louisiana offers something that not many can – true happiness and joy in the midst of such loss and pain. To learn more about Camp Quality Louisiana, visit www.campqualityusa.org or call 1-800-734-CQLA (2752). They can also be found on Facebook by searching CampQualityLA.
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the toy lady candid thoughts of a child life specialist written by Liz Hines
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he problem with naming a blog is that it becomes a bit permanent. I named mine “Trading Boots for Pearls”. It was to discuss my move and transitioning of a southerner to NYC. While I have kept up with it some, I have not been as faithful as I had planned. However, now I wonder, “What will happen when I leave NYC?”. The name is not quite as suitable for where I am heading to next. As I don’t know that many people there will know what pearls are, much less cowboy boots. For those of you who do read my blog, I have been talking for almost a year now about a stirring that I have been having. This weird feeling that I am being called to something more. This feeling that NYC was not THE big leap, but the FIRST big leap. Who would have ever thought that NYC was merely the preparation for what was to come? I certainly didn’t, and I guarantee my parents were hoping and praying that it would be over soon and I would head home ASAP. The first few months that I lived here that was actually my plan. Hang out in the city, get some child life experience, “live wild and free”, and then come back to Texas and live the normal life I always dreamed about. Funny how things change. My first job has been tough. Child life in the north east, specifically in NYC is really an entirely different ball game. I was taught through college, my practica, and my internship by leaders in the field. I was in leading pediatric facilities. I had some pretty high expectations of my job, the city, and myself. Getting knocked off your high horse hurts just as much as falling off a real one. Reality had hit me like a mac
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truck; then backed up and did it a few more times. Over time my perceptions on so many things began to change. I started to see everything from a different point of view I didn’t know I had. And I started to realize that I didn’t want to go back to my normal, southern life just yet. I knew it would never be enough for me. I didn’t want a normal life. I wanted a challenging, exciting life. I wanted to help others. I wanted to make a difference. I want to inspire. So now the time has come. In December I will be quitting my job, taking a hiatus from my career and going to the other side of the world to live in Kenya, Africa for five months. I have dreamed of this since 2012. I read Kisses from Katie in two days by the pool in my Fort Worth apartment just after my internship ended. I remember reading that book and feeling a connection to Africa I never thought I would. Since then I have had this bizarre obsession with Africa. It was hard to understand, and even harder to explain to others. I just knew that I loved this continent. As things began to simultaneously fall apart and come together in NYC, I knew the time had come. This is what the longing, and the obsession, and the wondering for three years had been about. It was time. God had finally (painstakingly) created the window of opportunity for me to pursue this dream.
And I am TERRIFIED. Terrified about my safety. About fundraising enough of the costs. About how broken my heart will be to arrive and then to leave. About leaving my job and living five months with no income. Terrified I won’t be able to survive the five months. And most terrified that I’m not going to want to leave. As I think about these fears and emotions, I realize they are all very similar to ones I have had before. It’s what I felt the Fall of 2013. While I was living in Houston and trying to negotiate a move 2,500 miles away from everything I had ever known. It was so exciting and a dream come true, but fear was definitely the biggest contender then. As I think back over the last 2 years I now see all the preparation God put into this. I had no idea at the time, of course. But moving to NYC didn’t make me a new person, but it certainly made me stronger. It made me ready to conquer bigger, harder, and scarier dreams. And now I am. For more updates and to hear more about the next chapter in my life check out my blog:
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Liz is a typical southern girl that decided to take on the big city. After taking the scenic route through college she packed everything up and decided to try out life as a New Yorker. Her dog, Charmin, is adjusting well and meeting lots of city dogs in Central Park. Liz is living her dream and is bringing a little southern charm up to the Big Apple.
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Louisiana Tech Researchers Discover Synthesis of a New Nanomaterial Written by Sharon Cummings scummings@nbc10news.net RUSTON, La (Press Release) – Faculty at Louisiana Tech University have discovered, for the first time, a new nanocomposite formed by the self-assembly of copper and a biological component that occurs under physiological conditions, which are similar those found in the human body and could be used in targeted drug delivery for fighting diseases such as cancer. The team, led by Dr. Mark DeCoster, the James E. Wyche III Endowed Associate Professor in Biomedical Engineering at Louisiana Tech, has also discovered a way for this synthesis to be carried out in liquid form. This would allow for controlling the scale of the synthesis up or down, and to grow structures with larger features, so they can be observed. The discovery was published last month in the journal JoVE (Journal of Visualized Experiments) – a highly-visible, peer-reviewed international journal. Since its publication, the article titled, “Generation of Scalable, Metallic HighAspect Ratio Nanocomposites in a Biological Liquid Medium” has been viewed hundreds of times by dozens of universities around the world. “We are currently investigating how this new material interacts with cells,” said DeCoster. “It may be used, for example for drug delivery, which could be used in theory for fighting diseases such as cancer. Also, as a result of the copper component that we used, there could be some interesting electronics, energy, or optics applications that could impact consumer products. In addition, copper has some interesting and useful antimicrobial features. “Finally, as the recent environmental spill of mining waste into river systems showed us, metals, including copper, can sometimes make their way into freshwater systems, so our newly discovered metal-composite methods could provide a way to “bind up” unwanted copper into a useful or more stable form.” DeCoster said there were two aspects of this discovery that surprised him and his research team. First, they found that once formed, these copper nanocomposites were incredibly stable both in liquid or dried form, and remained stable for years. “We have been carrying out this research for at least four years and have a number of samples that are at least two years old and still stable,” DeCoster said.
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Second, DeCoster’s group was very surprised that these composites are resistant to agglomeration, which is the process by which material clumps or sticks together. “This is of benefit because it allows us to work with individual structures in order to separate or modify them chemically,” explains DeCoster. “When materials stick together and clump, as many do, it is much harder to work with them in a logical way. Both of these aspects, however, fit with our hypothesis that the self-assembly that we have discovered is putting positively charged copper together with negatively charged sulfur-containing cystine.” The research discovery was a team effort that included DeCoster and Louisiana Tech students at the bachelor, master and doctoral level. “The quality of my team in putting together a sustained effort to figure out what was needed to reproducibly carry out the new self-assembly methods and to simplify them really speaks well as to what can be accomplished at Louisiana Tech University,” DeCoster said. “Furthermore, the work is very multi-disciplinary, meaning that it required nanotechnology as well as biological and biochemical insights to make it all work, as well as some essential core instrumentation that we have at Louisiana Tech.” DeCoster says the future of this research has some potentially high impacts. He and his team are speaking with colleagues and collaborators about how to test these new nanocomposites for applications in bioengineering and larger composites such as materials that would be large enough to be hand-held. “Our recent publication of the work could generate some interest and new ideas,” said DeCoster. “We are working on new proposals to fund the research and to keep it moving forward. We are currently making these materials on an ‘as needed’ basis, knowing that they can be stored once generated, and if we discover new uses for the nanocomposites, then applications for the materials could lead to income generation through a start-up company that I have formed.” Copyright 2015 Louisiana Tech University / KTVE10 KARD14. All rights reserved. This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten, or redistributed.
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come from a long line of porch sitters and leg pullers. Visitin’ was the best because music would play, kids were told to “get out from under foot” and smoking and drinking would fill the evening. Stories were constantly being told about fishing, cars, women, men, children and anything else they took a notion to talk about. I learned from listening to them, that spinning a story was fun and laughing was better than not. Like the time my mother was in her 50s, and not knowing anything about a moped, decided to hop her big butt on one and drive it down the street. She got about 10 feet before she laid her high powered machine down and hobbled away. Her eye was black, her forehead was bruised, her arms were scratched up. She was a mess! After the accident, when we would be out people would ask, “Judy! What happened to you?” She would tell them the story and I would sorta back behind her and start rolling my eyes and shaking my head so that the person could see me but my mother couldn’t. I’d let her walk a little bit off and then say in a whisper to the person, “You know she has never owned a scooter. She and John beat on each other all the time. I guess if she wins the fist fight she is ok with it. I just wish they wouldn’t drink when they know it’s going to end in a fight.” Finally my mama called me one day yelling, “Darla Marie! Did you tell people John blacked my eye?!? And that we drink and fight?!?” My mama has lost her sense of humor in her old age, that’s all I’m saying. Then there was the time that my sister and I took my then six year- old niece to New Orleans. Six is an age when you believe Cinderella and Prince Charming are real. Believing a wicked stepmother or an evil queen is just behind any tree. While out sight-seeing, my niece saw a beautiful white home behind large black gates and asked, “What is that?” I
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sighed and said, “My old house. I miss it so much.” She was stunned, “You lived there? Why did you leave?” I made my lips into a thin line like I was pondering the memory and then proceeded to tell that small child a gollywhopper! I told her how her granny, my mother, had stolen me from my home. I explained Granny only had one daughter then and she was so plain Granny decided to steal me because I was so beautiful. As we walked along the sidewalk looking at the house I explained that by the time I found out I was really a princess, not a common girl like my sister, her mother, it was too late. I had grown to love them. And even though her mother was common and plain she was still my sister and I loved her. My niece refused to speak to her granny for weeks after we returned. No one knew why until my niece got mad and yelled, “You stole Auntie Darla from her beautiful castle!” There was hell to pay from my sister and my mother. My sister was offended she was plain and common in the tale but still laughed. My mother doesn’t speak to me anymore. Just kidding. She still speaks to me. Atticus, like me, was a big Elvis fan when he was little. One year for Christmas my sister gave us “Elvis” tickets. The winner of that year’s Elvis
Impersonator competition was going to be in her area and we had tickets. On the way there Atticus asked if Elvis was going to sing “Mystery Train.” I comment that often impersonators stick to the popular songs and it wasn’t likely to make the cut. The word impersonator threw him and he asked why we weren’t seeing the real Elvis. Before I thought I said, “Because Elvis is dead.” His little 4 year-old bottom lip started to quiver and tears threatened to crest his blue eyes. I quickly said, “Did I say dead? Why did I say that? Yes, yes we are going to see the real Elvis.” The next year he started school and told his teacher that she was mistaken and Elvis was not dead as he had seen him in concert. I had forgotten about the Elvis lie when she asked me why he thought Elvis was alive. Today, he still thinks Elvis is alive because I don't know how to tell him otherwise. If you see Atticus just play along. My sister told my mother I was pregnant, and too afraid to admit it because it was from a one night stand. My mother walked around for weeks asking me if there was anything I needed to talk about and hugging me. I finally told my sister one day, “Mama is acting all weird; hugging me all the time and asking if I need to talk.” My sister
Darla lives in Jefferson, Texas, where she raises her eight year old son, Atticus Gregory with her significant other, Hugh Lewis II. Hugh owns the AlleyMcKay House Bed & Breakfast. Atticus Gregory is the Eloise of the McKay House. Prior to being a self-employed, stay at home mom she was a Civil Litigation Paralegal for a defense firm in North Carolina. She eventually returned to her hometown of Texarkana, Texas, where she met Hugh while working at the Texarkana Gazette as a production assistant. Girl meets boy, girl falls in love with boy, girl has a baby and gets a bed and breakfast? It happened. So, she was smart and professional at one time and now she can't find her keys, has more toys in her purse than pens, can't decide if she should color her hair again and sometimes she burns the bacon. Luckily, no matter what life hands her, she has a good sense of humor, vodka and her typewriter.
started laughing, “Because I told her you’re pregnant and you don’t know who the father is.” Still funny. Once, my stupid sister filled out a bunch of those “bill me later” cards in magazines. She thought it was so funny filling out all those cards for friends and family. She is the reason those cards no longer have “bill me later” on them. She managed to send a card in with my stepdad's name on it for a certain "adult" magazine. When he got it he thought it was a mistake and threw it away quickly before my mother could see. The next month my mother got the mail and refused to believe he didn’t order it! After all, it had his name and address on it!! They don’t just send that stuff randomly out to decent homes! Oh she was madder than a wet hen. Still funny. Hmmm? I wonder if we ever told her it wasn’t him that ordered it. Hey, Mama! Uh, just so you know it was that other daughter of yours, the plain looking one, that sent that dirty mag to your house. Maybe it’s time we tell my sister she isn’t really kin to us. She needs to know that as traveling square dancers, her real parents simply had no use for a child that could barely walk and chew gum at the same time. She should know you took her in despite her plain looks and clumsy ways. A Saint! That’s what you are! Remember her teen years when she almost ate us out of house and home? I begged you to send her to the orphanage. If we tell her now, we won’t have to buy her Christmas. Yes, she should be told. It’s the right thing to do. Let me call her and tell her! And as life tends to do, sometimes porch sittin' turns into hospital sittin'. Keep in mind that laughing doesn't mean the illness is forgotten, it just means laughing is better than crying that day. Try to remember your patient needs a good giggle somedays.
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merica is fortunate to avoid most of the deadly epidemics that still afflict much of the world. Modern medical techniques, including vaccinations, have all but eliminated the most frightening diseases that once terrorized the country. But one hundred years ago, the spread of fatal illnesses instilled panic in a community like nothing else. The turbulence and violence experienced in Louisiana during Reconstruction after the Civil War was accentuated by several deadly epidemics. Contagious diseases hit north Louisiana during 1873, including smallpox, cholera, and yellow fever. While these diseases are rarely a concern in the United States today, they frequently ravaged communities in the 19th Century. SMALLPOX Smallpox struck northwest Louisiana early in 1873. The epidemic occurred in pockets throughout Louisiana as it was spread by infected carriers traveling between communities. One household a few miles from Arcadia experienced seven cases with two resulting in death. A nearby family suffered five cases with one death. In the Brushy Valley community southwest of Arcadia, five others were afflicted with two victims dying. In Mansfield, an African American official named John Wiggins died of smallpox. Wiggins had returned from New Orleans where he apparently contracted smallpox while caring for his brother who died from the disease. When Wiggins became ill, he and his family were taken to a house about a half mile outside Mansfield where he died. Despite Wiggins's standing in the community, no one was willing to touch his body to bury it properly. Such was the terror created by smallpox that his friends deserted him in his death. His family left the death scene and he lay unmolested for three days. A large sum was offered to entice someone to bury him, and after much difficulty, two men agreed to take the job. He was buried near the house where he died and the building burned down. Eventually the outbreak subsided, as all epidemics do, only to be followed by another dreaded disease.
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CHOLERA In May and June, an epidemic of cholera replaced smallpox as the scourge of the summer. While the bacteria that causes cholera was discovered in 1854, most people would not learn for decades that it spread through contaminated water and food. While it is no longer a significant problem in the U.S., underdeveloped countries with poor water sanitation still battle the disease. At first, 1873's outbreak was mild and sporadic, although it ranged from New Orleans to Monroe to the northwest Louisiana hills. As summer progressed, however, the number of cases and their severity increased. Over the course of ten days, about ten persons, young and old, died on a single plantation in Concordia Parish from the dreadful disease. By mid-July, Monroe had experienced 85 cholera deaths. A Monroe newspaper lamented that the summer had been “the sickliest known for ten years” but seemed relieved that cases were reported throughout the state and “there is no special local cause to which the sickness can be attributed.” From May 1 to July 15, 25 adult males and 20 adult females died in Monroe but the disease hit children the worst with 40 deaths. Black victims outnumbered white ones 65 to 20. The number affected statewide is unknown. YELLOW FEVER A virus carried by mosquitoes, yellow fever still kills 30,000 worldwide each year, mostly in Africa. Many yellow fever epidemics struck America from the 17th to 19th Centuries, including the 1873 scourge that killed one-quarter of Shreveport’s population. The first indication of an illness began on August 20, 1873, when the Shreveport Times reported three men had died three days earlier, one dropping dead in the street. Yellow fever was not mentioned as the cause of these deaths. A host of
incorrect causes were blamed as people speculated including congestive fever, bilious fever, diarrhea, malaria, and other diseases. On the night of September 1, 1873, physicians of the city held a meeting to discuss the crisis. The following day, the cause of yellow fever was announced by the Shreveport Times. Since yellow fever had struck Shreveport twice before 1873, the population knew its dangers. As much as a third of the populace may have fled before quarantines were enforced. The outbreak, killing as many as 33 people a day at its peak, caused a quarantine of the city and an almost total cessation of business and social life in the region. Federal troops attempting to enforce Reconstruction pulled out. People rushed to leave Shreveport by any means possible. Those who fled quickly toward Dallas by train were lucky, because word spread as rapidly as the disease, with Texas cities establishing quarantines against Shreveport. A train was stopped at the Dallas city limits by armed citizens who told the engineer he would be shot if he continued. Cities on the Red River south of Shreveport refused to permit boats to dock. Although yellow fever was known to be extremely virulent and fast spreading, many doctors and nurses and others from towns as far away as New Orleans courageously volunteered to help Shreveport fight the epidemic. Many died. Lieutenant Eugene Woodruff of the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers was working on the Red River supervising a project to clear the river of a logjam when yellow fever struck Shreveport. The dense logjam formed a formidable obstruction to river navigation. Woodruff left his workboats and crew on the Red River to visit Shreveport to recruit a survey party. When he arrived, Woodruff learned of the yellow fever epidemic. Fearing that he
Wesley Harris is a native of Ruston. Among his books are FISH OUT OF WATER: Nazi Submariners as POWs in North Louisiana during World War II and GREETINGS FROM RUSTON: A Post Card History of Ruston, Louisiana, available from amazon.com. Check out his Louisiana history blog at http://diggingthepast.blogspot. com. He can be contacted at campruston@gmail. com.
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might carry the disease back to his men if he returned to camp, Woodruff elected to remain in Shreveport and tend to the sick.
A quarter of Shreveport's population that remained died of the disease. The cases numbered close to 3,000 with about 1,000 deaths. Many families were wiped out completely. Most of the dead were relatively young and healthy. The epidemic led to the establishment of a board of health in Shreveport and completion of a charity hospital.
Volunteering his services to the Howard Association, a Louisiana disaster relief charity, Woodruff traveled house to house in his carriage, delivering food, medicine, and good cheer to the sick and dying. He contracted yellow fever himself and died in Shreveport on September 30.
Nearly 800 of the victims are buried in "Yellow Fever Mound" in Shreveport's Oakland Cemetery. While America's health issues still exist, they present themselves in different forms, sometimes related to lifestyle and bad habits. Substantial strides in medicine and sanitation have largely defeated the insidious communicable diseases that once claimed unsuspecting victims.
Woodruff's commanding officer wrote, "He died because he was too brave to abandon his post even in the face of fearful pestilence, and too humane to let his fellow beings perish without giving all the aid in his power to save them. His name should be cherished, not only by his many personal friends, but by the Army, as one who loved purely, labored faithfully, and died in the path of duty‌" Five Catholic priests died nursing the sick, including one from Monroe and one from Natchitoches. Two nuns, members of the Daughters of the Cross, from St. Vincents Academy who volunteered to minister to the sick also died. These servants have been memorialized in wall portraits and stained glass windows of the Holy Trinity Church at the corner of Fannin and Marshall Streets in downtown Shreveport.
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seasoned moments written by Barbara Durbin Quickly Beaten Black and Cordon Bleu Chicken
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Winds of change are blowing and it appears that all around us are buffeted. There are up-and-coming elections, children beginning school or college and jobs which keep us coming or going. There is sickness and bad health, heart aches and despair. Schedules which fit no definite pattern and the entire world appears subjected to a helter-skelter, muddled turmoil. Busy is no longer an adjective but an apparent lifestyle which beats our spirit black and blue. There is no time to cook, no family time, and peace is an obsolete commodity. The earth groans under the weight of chaos and the rat race of this world appears to be an utter wilderness. The wilderness is not a peaceful place; a man who is led into the wilderness can become as wild as the place he inhabits. To prevent this he must direct his thoughts and heart toward our Heavenly Father. He will keep in perfect peace, those who minds are stayed on Him, because that person trusts in Him. (Isaiah 26:3). This requires work on the part of a wilderness man. We must continually renew our mind. We are ever at odds with the enemy who would bombard, confuse, and cause us to lose our sense of direction. Many people are in a wilderness event and never know. They are pummeled and pounded, shell shocked individuals, who wander in and out of chaos. They have no idea that they are in the midst of a life-storm. Storms come often in the wilderness. In the physical when a dust storm occurs you would immediately seek shelter and stay there. If you are caught outside, you would secure a position to present the smallest possible profile to the prevailing winds. Then you would
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to a desert place to pray but he didn’t stay there.
Same scenario in the spiritual, seek shelter with the Father and stay there. If you find yourself away from the Father at the time, do not wander further. Position yourself to give the enemy no target to buffet you in what appears to be prevailing winds. Put on your armor (Ephesians 6). Cover yourself with prayer, invite the Holy Spirit to batten down over you and wait until the storm subsides.
The wilderness areas of this world cause can confusion, depression, grief, doubt, and anxiety. Yet, God desires that we be encouraged, when all manner of evil storms are against you; “look to the hills from whence cometh your help.”(Psm 121:1) Look to the creator of the universe for his eyes are always upon you.
We forget Jesus arose and rebuked the wind, and said unto the sea, Peace, be still, and the wind ceased and there was a great calm. If we allow Jesus to arise in us, we can rebuke the storm and calamities of life. We can allow calm to permeate our life. Allow the storms of this world to pass over you. Do not let them become a part of you, for it will cause confusion. God is not the author of confusion. When you can see clearly, allow Him to guide you. Make no decisions until you have confirming peace regarding the correct direction. Where your peace is there is God. Only he can lead you from chaos to calm. The good regarding the storms we encounter is they teach us to survive, to endure, to sustain hardship. Embrace your wilderness experience. If you live and breathe you will have a wilderness to cross; in fact you may have many. Learn quickly what is being taught and move on. Remember Jesus went often
---------------------------------------------------Quickly Beaten Black and Cordon Bleu Chicken 4 boneless chicken breasts 4 slices of Swiss cheese 4 slices deli style ham 4 slices of bacon 1 ½ c. crushed garlic & herb seasoned croutons 1 egg beaten and mixed with 1 cup Buttermilk Beat each chicken breast with meat mallet until spread thin. Place a slice of cheese and slice of ham on each. Roll the chicken, cheese, and ham burrito style, tucking in the edges. Dip each chicken roll in egg and milk mixture then roll in the crusted croutons. Wrap each roll with a slice of bacon, tucking the bacon ends underneath. Place in lightly greased baking dish and place in 350 degree oven for about 35- 40 minutes. Do not allow the chicken to become dried out. Serve while hot. ----------------------------------------------------
Barbara Durbin is a legal secretary and a published newspaper and magazine columnist. When not at her "real job", she works on her baskets filled with vintage books/china for "The Vintage Bee." She loves a walk in the woods and her time with God. Barbara and her husband have four children, five grandchildren and a dappled dachshund named Bella. Look for her on facebook and follow her "Pocket Full of Moment" comments.
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