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The dogs and I walked to City Park this morning but detoured across the street to look at one of the large houses that line the avenue because the porch was recently redone. I like having a wood porch but the rain has been playing havoc with it and the latest affront was that after having it redone, the guy fixing the house left two tubs of termite control on either side of the newly…
I watched the news as images of Whitney Houston were shown against news banners that said the singer/actor is dead. Such a beautiful woman with such a beautiful voice and so beautifully messed up. Why are there so many out there with pretty girl syndrome – stunning beauty crushed by deep seated insecurity and demons? Or maybe it’s that you’d think with those looks, life would be a breeze, but instead it’s a death sentence.
I remember back in college when I was reading feminist literature by authors who fought the label of female, feminist, or anything that smacked of something other than “author” because they didn’t like the narrowing of their definition. I was reading recently about Cynthia Nixon who is involved with a woman and is raising children and how she eschews the label of gay, or lesbian, or bisexual preferring instead to define her own sexuality and…
They say the first year your child enters nursery school and is around other kids is when all the bugs come home and get everyone throughout the house sick – although, come to think of it, all of my friends who have kids no matter the age are sick all the time – trading bacterial infections, viruses, common colds, and other horrors that kids seem to get so much of (read: hand, foot and mouth).…
I have been given the one two punch of a heinous cold, infection, yuck, and bam, I have barely made it through the day and the biggest accomplishment was Tatjana getting the Z-pack called into my pharmacy and my not needing a trip to the doctor’s office. But I want to remember some of the parts that did shine through the grey mist – Tin and I have gotten into a habit of cuddling at…
When I was in NY, I was speaking to a friend, who had come to New Orleans once, and we had gone to my mother’s apartment to say hi before taking him to the airport. While we were catching up, he said, “I hope you don’t mind me saying this but after meeting your mother, I understood you more.” He said, “When I think of her, I always get a smile on my face.”
Today when I lit the candle for my morning meditation and remembrance of my mother I saw out the window that an angel trumpet had bloomed in the middle of February: I didn’t see this out my window, lucky me.
I don’t know who said this quote but I like live it. “Love your life and life will love you back.” But I have to say the quote I heard today is now my all time favorite – “That was the best job I ever had and it’s the last job I’ll ever have.” Which brings me to the subject of nature versus nurture. Here we have nature: Notice the ducks, swans, and turtles segregated…
I stayed at Miracle Baby’s apartment in Astoria and I must admit she continues to be a miracle in my life. She’s an artist, she’s smart, quirky, funny and simply amazing. So in her honor – since she’s a photographer about to have a big show at the WIX Lounge on 18th Street in NY on February 23 – here is my pictorial blog of my trip up north. 3 Queens in Queens I heart…
When people ask me what I do I say I spot trends and that is because as soon as something arouses my curiosity I start seeing connections. Or they start coming my way. I flew home from NY as the snow was gently starting to fall there and it was 65 degrees in New Orleans with the full moon over the bayou and I was thinking about how odd it is to be older. I…