• Melissa Duet

To continue bringing you interesting and slightly out-of-the box things to peruse month after month, the editorial staff often finds themselves scrolling through the likes of Facebook, Pinterest and Buzzfeed. Understandably, the conversations usually veer off to hobbies, favorite places, or …

  • Melissa Duet

Bad weather and I are not on friendly terms. As I write this column, I’m watching a fiercely dramatic blanket of black clouds cover much of the Houma area. Thunder rumbles spontaneously as if to laugh at my fear and the tree near the windows to my office whip back and forth like they’ve just…

  • by Melissa Duet

I can’t even tell you the last movie I saw in a movie theater. Something about my flip-flops sticking to the floor just didn’t interest me these days so I stayed away. Then “Beauty and the Beast” premiered and things changed. A Dolby screen had been installed in a nearby theater and the thou…

If you look at the “Following” section of my Instagram, you’ll be hard pressed to find someone I actually know. In place of human friends are the ones I know best: food. And not just beautifully curated plates of salads and smoked racks of ribs. Oh, no. We’re talking legendary creations only…

  • Melissa Duet

Our weekend started out calmly enough. A trip to the grocery store, hours spent watching movies thanks to unusually frigid temperatures, indulging in the first king cake of carnival season. Throughout the weekend, our beloved pup spent much of his time indoors, bounding from one end of the h…

  • Melissa Duet

Being the neurotic organizer/planner that I am, I’m not the one to throw a bunch of clothes in a bag hours before my flight leaves, sprint through security and still manage to find a good seat on the airplane. For years, I’ve tried to be that perfectly poised person who glides by TSA without…

  • Melissa Duet

1:02 a.m: Still shaking off the grogginess from the Tryptophan endured during the previous day’s festivities, I fumbled aimlessly through the dark, searching for my tennis shoes. To expedite the morning’s preparations, I’d taken the necessary precautions and slept in attire appropriate for t…

  • Melissa Duet

If you find yourself traveling to the Big Easy on any given Sunday, you’ll more than likely drive right past St. Rose, a tiny town nestled off River Road once home to the world’s largest wooden match manufacturing plant and a string of antebellum homes.

  • By Melissa Duet

At 23, the task of digging out my ID, usually stashed under a pile of Chapstick tubes, the contents of which have been all but liquified from days spent incinerating in my sun-baked vehicle, and wadded up dollar bills, was painstaking and embarrassing. Couldn’t the cashier tell I was most ce…

  • By Melissa Duet

The hunt for the perfect dog toy began in June 2014 when we adopted our furry monster, affectionately known as Darius. Long story short, only one has survived over these last two years: a pale blue Kong toy whose rubbery exterior is fighting the good fight not to succumb to the dog’s relentl…

  • By Melissa Duet

On a recent Sunday, I found myself elbow-deep in fried chicken at the famous Chester’s Cypress Inn. My grandmother had the envie for what many believe is some of the best in the area so we packed up the car and headed north for platters of fried everything and a little catching up.

  • By Melissa Duet

As a little boy, he ran around the grassy area surrounding his home along Bayou Lafourche, tossing the football high in the air as faint cheering echoed from the nearby living room. The game was on and he knew it was time to be quiet, for the boys in black and gold had a game to win and unne…

  • By Melissa Duet

And just like that, Fat Tuesday has come and gone and those of us who prescribe to the Mardi Gras diet all year long can be heard sobbing softly at the thought of having to give up our beloved sweets, yet again.

  • By Melissa Duet

The first woof, a cry for breakfast, from the dog at 6:15 a.m. The first drop of coffee hits the bottom of the glass pot at 6:20 a.m. Eggs are on the stove by 6:28 and the news echoes overnight happenings by 6:30 a.m.

  • By Melissa Duet

Each year, we start over again, scribbling lists of resolutions, thinking maybe this will be the year we stick to that workout plan or master Excel spreadsheets. Between crafting the perfect list, preparing to tackle said resolutions and stressing when we stumble the very first day of the ye…

  • By Melissa Duet

If you’ve driven around Kenner in the last few months, you’ve probably noticed a new resident in town. At Home, the holy grail for homeowners, and its robin egg blue sign peek out over the myriad other establishments along West Esplanade Avenue, beckoning you to step inside and empty your wa…

  • By Melissa Duet

We made it. We’ve survived one year of marriage. I feel like we should get some type of award, considering many regard the first as the worst – the year all the shine of a newly-cemented relationship supposedly wears off and you find out your significant other is actually quite repulsive and…

  • By Melissa Duet

There are few things I hate more than Halloween. OK, hate may be a strong word, but the excuse for grown men to don tutus (unless you have an infant who insists on family costumes) has never been a day I wait with bated breath to arrive.

  • By Melissa Duet

Over the last year, our sweet, furry beast of a Labrador Retriever has, for the most part, learned how to be obedient. He’s grown out of tearing carpet and whittling wooden dining room chairs into oversized toothpicks; in fact, we’ve progressed so much, he even offers his paw for a shake on …

  • By Melissa Duet

Courage - the word has been uttered by virtually everyone at some point in the last few months, namely in conversation over perceived “courageous” acts earning shiny awards on primetime shows. The word has been entirely manipulated from the one that appears over and over in the Bible as a me…

  • By Melissa Duet

Just so that I wouldn’t forget its existence, summer showed up sometime around mid-June, smacking me square in the face. As I absentmindedly rotated sweaters to stave off cool winds, summer