What It's Like: Growing Up in the Bayou

I was fortunate to grow up in the heartland of Cajun country, on the first Acadian coast, with the Mississippi on our front door, and thousands of acres of swampland at the back door of our cabin. I come from a French-speaking Cajun family; my father was a Cajun fur trapper. He would go into the swamp in October and come out in February with the bounty of the swampland: alligator skins, mink and other...