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There is something easier about being with a woman in this period of my life. The hot flashes, the rage and edginess, the everything else that menopause brings on. With a man, I was reluctant to speak honestly about these things because it seemed diminishing of my sexuality, my attractiveness, and everything else that goes between males and females. The thing is that I’m still the same person but instead of young and ignorant and…
Yesterday, I went to yoga in a state of agitation. Once again the old peri-menopause symptoms have cranked up to the nth degree and my high state of being wound like a top needed a release that is not found in synthetic drugs. So off to Michele I went. My 49 year old body is as tight as a drum and that’s not a good thing, I mean it’s not flexible and most poses are…
I’ve written many a time about the fruit and vegetable vendors here in the city – they pepper street corners and one, Mr. Okra, rides through the neighborhood. There is nothing like this city.
Last night, despite it being a school night, T and I went to see Evan’s gig at Chickie Wah Wah and oh, how glad we are that we did. I sat there tapping my feet wondering where else in this big old world could you go a few blocks down the street from your house, pay a $6 cover charge, and listen to three of the most talented musicians you’ve ever heard? Evan Christopher on…
Check it out: Chickie Wah Wah’s (2828 Canal St) Every Monday, 6pm-9pm Clarinet Power Trio featuring Shannon Powell (drums), James Singleton (bass) $6 Kitchen will be open. Cleanest bathrooms of any music venue in New Orleans. Don’t forget to say hi to Lola.
Ever notice how when you bring up a new subject that friends or even perfect strangers will chime in with the worst case scenario on the topic. Like I say, I’m pregnant, then suddenly every horror story of a pregnancy arises in conversation. Or like today while Loca and I were walking in the park and this guy was walking alongside us and then we started chatting about how much Lab Loca has in her…
This morning, walking through City Park, all the birds were segregated into their own kind – the cormorants were all in the middle of the lagoon, the ducks were all by the banks, the moorhens were on the grass, and the egrets were in one spot all together while the ibis were directly across. A pelican flew to where the cormorants were and acted as if he hadn’t got the memo this morning.
I’ve caught a virus. I felt it on Friday when I went to have lunch with friends and midway through the meal I felt like collapsing into my salad bowl. Then Saturday I woke feeling puny but rallied for lunch with Mom only to come home and collapse. But Sunday morning the virus said you are not going anywhere – my head hurts, my stomach ranges from queasy to starving and back in minutes, my…
We had a friend in and was showing him City Park and he compared it to a meadow because of its lack of forest. City Park is studded with Louisiana live oaks, some as old as 600 years although a friend debates that and says maybe 350 tops. But we are so in love with the park and its beauty. Yesterday, I was walking Loca through the park and on my way out, I saw…
Mom and I went to Mandina’s for lunch yesterday and there were lots of women dressed to the nines wearing a white dove on their shoulder. They had just been to a memorial for Antoinette K-Doe who died during Mardi Gras. If you’ve never had the chance to go to the Mother In Law Lounge – the shrine she built for her deceased husband Ernie K-Doe, you should go and pay your respects.