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My courtship with T has been on the fast track and I don’t want to lose sight of the steps towards each other at the beginning. Like the CD I gave her with songs that had Fiona singing “I Want You” on it and driving up to pick her up at her condo right off St. Charles, the street car rumbling down the neutral ground, the big white house she lived in with the porch…
I was thinking of my exotic sweetheart – how she looks to Turks, to Americans, to the Spanish – I was telling a colleague that I am in love with a woman and she’s from Croatia and he chimed in – the Croatian women are beautiful!!! – and I said indeed she is and I thought of this song.
That was the title of the 10th anniversary of the Vagina Monologues that was dedicated to the women on the Gulf South who underwent a catastrophic event. The stage was filled with celebrity but none more than Charmaine Neville who experienced the ultimate catastrophe – being raped on a roof while waiting for someone to rescue her. [Where were you George Fucking Bush? I only hope you are pecked alive by birds of prey before…
Woke this morning and realized why City Park looks so special effects like – turns out all the cypress trees are in full bloom and the color is like no other green in the world – it is simply the most beautiful green on the planet. As I walked through the park this morning, I thought about my upcoming trip to New York and when I was there with T. Then I thought of T…
It’s festival season in New Orleans and I laugh when I think of a woman who evacuated to a city I wont name and after a while she asked someone “don’t ya’ll have any festivals?” It’s spring that feels like fall the past two days and yes it is festival time in New Orleans – watch this video for a little sample of what you are missing.
It is amazing to me how deeply kindness affects me these days. In my youth, I thought nothing of it and as a matter of fact was almost drawn to the opposite, but it’s as if age makes you more vulnerable, more raw, and kindness is the balm that provides a protective layer against the insult of life. Yesterday, I was on the phone with my mom, who had fallen up the stairs and she…
Cell phone, Skype, and email – how could I bear this separation without these things. Or do they make it worse? In yesteryear when we had to rely on mail and before that courier, was it easier to enter into another rhythm and bide your time while your love one was absent. Does knowing she is a phone call away, a Skype away, an email away make it a little more anxious when there is…
Taken from my terrace last night before the storm that nearly kept us all awake:
Two years of overseeing the renovation of the LaLa was enough for me. The painters finally showed up on Thursday to paint the storage room and they had said, one hour to prime, one hour each coat – eight hours later they had one coat of paint on the walls and didn’t show up today and are on their way to Missouri. The side of the driveway is dug up because when they laid the…
This weekend is the 10th anniversary of the Vagina Monologues, the French Quarter Festival, the Ponchatoula Strawberry Festival. Good grief – no down time for the merry makers. Tonight, I’m opting out of the whole shebang and sticking close to the LaLa – my brain has been stretched in all possible directions, my heart is in Istanbul, and my body is in need of some desperate down time. Sometimes fun is pulling your dog’s ear…