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Spent the night Uptown last night and woke to a different setting – a more typical New Orleans view of mansion sized houses and huge oak trees and the sounds of the streetcar rumbling along St. Charles Avenue. On the bayou, we call this place the Isle of Denial because when the storm hit the area remained remarkably unscathed and people returned to their houses only having to shake off the dust of having been…
I walked through the park this morning with Loca – we had to walk fast because I got up to the Cabrini bells but then fell back asleep and woke later than usual. My thoughts were a little spacey on our walk, but suddenly I started noticing things were coming in twos – there were two ducks chasing each other playfully in front of my house on the bayou, two squirrels causing a riot in…
A lot of people say I look like Maureen Dowd – that’s only because she’s of a certain age, fair skinned and red headed – to me, we don’t look much alike except in pics. But I do like her columns and here’s one that you should read – if the Clinton’s insist on divisiveness to win this election – we all lose.
My friends have told me about the intensity of women in love – but now I know what they mean. She’s here now – surrounding me with overwhelming feelings of joy and love and yet, very soon, she leaves for long periods of time for Europe. I’m trying to put her leaving out of my mind, but the intensity of now is coupled with the sorrow of separation – I’ll be wailing for my beasty…
We had friends over the other night for some small bites and wine and conversation. It was an evening of warmth that came through in the food, the lighting, the music and the conversation. One of the topics that stayed with me was the subject of working styles. Academics are given job security, light loads, so that they can read, write, and think about their subjects – to always move towards in depth knowing. They…
I am thankful that I live in a city where I can walk down the street holding a woman’s hand and have no one confront me with prejudice. In Grand Isle, a town of 1500, we were met with similar tolerance. My mother said on the phone yesterday as I was hanging up – “love to you both” – she adores T. All of my friends from near and far greet my news with joy…
More than a few of my friends who vote along the Democratic party line have been growing suspicious lately that the polarizing effect of Clinton versus Obama is causing the country to look to McCain as our next president. I say no, no, no. I missed Barak’s speech on race – but read the transcript in the NYT – and I say again and again – it’s about us, stupid. It’s about poverty, lack of health care,…
A very last minute decision changed our agenda for the weekend to driving to Grand Isle with Loca to meet friends. The barrier island is at the mouth of Barataria Bay where it meets the Gulf of Mexico. During Katrina, there was five foot swells that destroyed many homes and buildings there, but today, you’d hardly notice. In the mornings, T and I would take long walks down the beach with Loca and the first night…
In these whirling days of busy-ness, it’s like stealing time to take my walks with Loca, to write in my blog, to even stop for a moment and reflect on how happy I am. This morning, I crossed the foot bridge and I saw no pelicans – alas, March is almost over and they are headed north. I passed Cabrini girls gabbing away in their plaid uniforms.