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In that pendulum of life, sometimes it is actually refreshing to hit bottom. Down there in the quagmire, covered in yuck, you realized just how good a hot shower feels, you suddenly see clearer that the chains that bind you are of your own making, and what you realize is that perhaps you have found a way to negotiate the “quiet life of desperation” that all of us live. In a telephone conversation with a…
MAPLE STREET BOOK SHOP EXPANDING TO BAYOU ST JOHN AND MARIGNY As seen on their Twitter and WordPress: Historic Uptown literary establishment, Maple Street Book Shop, is soon to expand into two additional historic New Orleans neighborhoods, Faubourg St. John and Faubourg Marigny. The Faubourg Marigny shop will be located within The New Orleans Healing Center at 2732 St. Claude Avenue and will be open for business in late June. The Faubourg St. John location is at 3141 Ponce…
Isn’t it odd that yesterday on the anniversary of this country’s freedom from its oppressor, I was feeling more trapped than ever? How strange. I went to yoga and guess what the message was – freedom – how coincidental, not. Freedom is the right to change our mind even about something we have decided on and yesterday when we were going over all our options here at the LaLa that ranged from all three of…
Yesterday was a fitful day of distemper and I went out and rode my bike to get over it. Of course, my tires were flat and my pump didn’t work, and the Shell station pump where I drove the bike to didn’t work and the guy couldn’t come out to help, and I came back and finally got my neighbor’s pump to work and by that time it was high noon, the bells of Our…
I would like to thank everyone who purchased fireworks and set them off on the bayou last night. As a visitor said, “You live in a glorious place,” as we sat on the grass and watched the bottle rockets, tie dye rockets, and fireworks up and down the banks of the bayou. Interestingly enough, just hours earlier T and I were talking about selling the LaLa and moving to higher ground – meaning a place…
I was objectively watching friends parenting the other day – the style conflict, the subtle way that one wants to dominate the other’s actions. What a mess. I was thinking about this in the morning when before me in this Sunday’s New York Times were two articles, one on the unfortunate fact that the sudden opening of gay marriages will also swing open the door to sticky, messy gay divorces and the second was in…
A fellow blogger recently lost her hair because she had chemo and the growing back of it became an adventure. I was born with the grace of thick and abundant hair (thank you mom) and I have always spent a lot of time obsessing over it – getting the color right, getting the cut and length right, and getting it done right. When my mother hit 70 she started losing her hair, in clumps, and…
I can’t find a novel I want to read so I’m back into my poetry – I read through Lavender’s chapbook twice, and a few ins and outs of Montlack’s Cool Limbo, and returned again to Mark Strand’s Man and Camel where this poem stopped me and left me breathless: Mother and Son The son enters the mother’s room and stands by the bed where the mother lies. The son believes that she wants to…
We went to see Tree of Life last night, winner of the Cannes Film Festival, and a departure from the norm. An escape from reality. A deep dive into the juxtaposition of loss reality and accumulated myth. A truly remarkable film in that even though dinosaurs appeared at one point causing the entire row in front of us (and us included) to erupt in the giggles, it still managed to keep us all in the…
Yesterday a friend posted a note on Facebook that she is going to see an exhibit by Alexander McQueen and I asked if he likes Jews, when in fact it is Galliano who dislikes them.