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I stopped by the post office to pick up Tin’s piñata yesterday and skipped over to the empty field to pick some black eyed susans that grow wild there. People stopped and stared and one guy even asked me what they were and I said, “Blacked eyed susans” – you gonna plant them? – “No, just put them in a vase. I used to pick them as a child.” I love this about New Orleans…
I’ve had one too many close encounters of the asshole kind – I had to ask the other day is it that everyone is an asshole and that’s why I hate them or is it because I’m an asshole that I hate everyone. Well you know I don’t hate everyone but I’ve had some weird freaky encounters lately. Let’s start with the friend who wanted to rub my nose in the fact that I made…
I was walking down the bayou the other day when an elderly man pulled his car over and said as he looked at me in awe: “Did you make that coat?” No, but I think Anthropologie would love that you think so, I thought, but didn’t say. Then I learned from a Zumba sister that Anthropologie and Urban Outfitters (which are the same company) are huge supporters of anti-gay initiatives and anti choice. Gasp. I…
I finally got out of the house and got a walk today and ran over to City Park for my constitutional that has been sorely missing. I am approaching the park from a different perspective as I used to enter from the City Park side and now am going in front and center down Exhibition Boulevard with the New Orleans Museum of Art dead ahead. And lo and behold, I catch in my peripheral vision…
I went to Zumba last night and was glad to get out of the house and off my sofa after being a shut in due to Tin’s flu (that I have been fighting off as much as possible). At the end of each Zumba class comes a moment when everyone circles up to say why they are grateful or what they are challenged with and I must admit even though I could open my mouth…
On Sunday, Tin woke up sick and was sick on Monday, went to school on Tuesday, came home peaked, went back to school on Wednesday and picked him up very sick, last night he had stomach flu. Tin: “What’s diarrhea?” Mom: “That.” And so has gone this week. As I’ve had this sudden opportunity to be unable to do any of my to do list, I’ve been able to revisit and recycle things that have…
I found myself yesterday in a quagmire and it was such a similar one to what I had experienced many years ago that I knew what to do – swallow my pride and flip the coin. And so I was able to move on from that point instead of getting stuck in it because it doesn’t matter sometimes who is wrong or right, it just matters that you don’t stay stuck in the quagmire, no…
As I’ve channeled my energy towards acceptance and openness since this weekend instead of the boots on the ground I expected when I started this week, I’ve found myself in some sort of somber mood that is something short of paralysis. I don’t know what to act on, so I’ve become motionless, still, and sort of calm. Today though, I began my day in a heated argument on the bayou and ended the night with…
One of the things that I found hardest about trying to be a fiction writer was not the rejections – I actually enjoyed reading the rejection letters – instead it was the rewriting. It’s why I found the format of a blog to be so aligned with who I am. I wanted to write from a rawness not rewrite to flawlessness. The energy that goes into what first spills out is often refined and rehoned…