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I don’t incline myself to believe in the paranormal or to subscribe to parallel universe theories, but I do believe in mystery and wonder. There is no mistaking that my life has unfolded with a sense of a grander plan than even I had envisioned and if I walk back through and connect the dots they add up to this great narrative I can claim as my own. My own doing. But was it? I…
Yesterday, I was running through my to do list as if the house was on fire and it sure felt like it was at the time. I heard a knock on the window and looked outside to see a Northern Mockingbird cawing from the edge of the terrace and one on the ground upside down on the floor. I walked out to the terrace to help him and he was flopping as if he had…
I ran into a few of my morning walkers this morning in City Park, one who had been fired erroneously from her position and who later learned her boss had been embezzling the funds that was paying all of their salaries, another who had seen the handwriting on the wall in the ’80s when he was working with the oil rigs and the count was going down precipitously and so he segued out of that…
For a period of time if you asked Tin his name he would reply with conviction, “Louis Armstrong.” But now I’m starting to wonder just who or how many now gone musicians this little boy is channeling. QED (quod erat demonstrandum) this is Jewel Brown singing with Louis Armstrong, When the Saints Go Marchin In. She is fabulous by the way and we watch this video over and over again as Tin wakes up asking…
The King of Bhutan: from a speech that he gave in India: “I truly believe that the only way to observe the most important things in life and in this world is by putting them through the lens of “Simplicity”. You must break everything down to the fundamentals; break it down to the basic human instances.For, in the end no matter what country we may be from, we are human beings. No matter what our…
The five foot long gar fish that were in the bayou the other day are still slinking around. There are about four or five of them and they look prehistoric. I ran into a neighbor today on the bayou who reminded me that he played football with my first husband at Rummel. I asked him if he had seen him lately and he said a few years ago. I said how does he look and…
Friends recently were raving about a 3D film they saw at the Louisiana Film Festival called Cave of Forgotten Dreams where filmmaker Werner Herzog went with a group of scientist who discovered the cave paintings in Chauvet, France, that are 32,000 years old. At one point, they discover a painting that is on top of the paintings done 1,000 years later. I was thinking of my middle age spread as I watched three young women…
Bayou Boogaloo, Re-Bridge work, Tin, Tatjana, and hardly any time to catch a breath. The most significant event that happened this weekend was Tin went with our neighbors to the festival for an hour. Hard to believe we let him go but we trust our neighbor, her daughter, and her daughter’s friend to obsessively watch him like we would. He had a blast and now that is all he can talk about is his cougar…
Bayou Boogaloo started late yesterday and it was more than a TGIF type Friday, it was a long week filled with emotional roller coasters, too much to do, and at the end progress albeit at a cost, so naturally a music festival a block away was the only answer and as usual, New Orleans provided. The Boogaloo has grown and now sports a kid’s tent like Jazz Fest along with other new attractions. Since Tin…
In a writing class I took a thousand years ago, the instructor said to use a found object or a trigger to begin writing, write as if a memoir, using what is in front of you to lead you the way, a la Proust and his madeline. I walked outside my apartment on Vermont Street on Portrero Hill where we had moved, having arrived back in San Francisco much to my chagrin from a truncated…