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Stephen Ambrose Memorial Highway

I took Dr. Ambrose’s history class at UNO and fell instantly in love with the man. And then I went on to read all of his books. When I moved to California, I ended up working with his niece who is also named Rachel. So it was with a heavy heart that issues surrounding his plagarism came up and then he passed without having his name cleared. It was good to travel the Stephen Ambrose…

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They all asked for you – New Orleans

Here in Atlanta, when I say I’m from New Orleans to the bartender, the person I’m asking for directions, the checkout woman at IKEA – they all ask about New Orleans – and I say – some good, some not so good. We’re coming back, better, but it is going to take time – we still have wide swaths of our land, culture, community that is blighted or laid to waste. I saw a billboard…

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Fun begets fun

Last night at my nephew’s wedding, as everyone was getting ready to sit down and eat, my family did what they do best, they all poured onto the dance floor and started dancing. I don’t know what it is – the Latin in us – the energy in us – we have so much fun at these occasions. The night before my brothers had been goofing off and decided that they would invent a new…

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100 days without a period

Welcome to menopause, which is coming much earlier to women these days. No one knows why – our grandmothers went through menopause in their late fifties but women from 40 and up are going through it. There is a theory the hormones and antibiotics used in beef and milk are causing women to start their periods at younger ages like 11 and 12, maybe it’s also causing earlier menopause. Regardless, it’s another passage, that is…

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The Ottoman Empire Strikes Back

Just when you think it is safe to open yourself up, someone comes in with battery acid and tries to douse what might be living inside you. The good news is that there is enough distance between me and every other human being on this planet to allow me my own private planet to stand on. But last night after being awakened in my flea bag hotel room after midnight and listening to the ranting…

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The process of selling yourself short

I came to a decision last night that I am not going to underdate anymore and as a matter of fact, I am going to super date – in other words if they aren’t fabulous then talk to my hand – the one that is pointing towards the door. This came about as M was admonishing G that she had to decide between brains and braun when choosing a man and I countered sharply –…

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Coming around the bend again

I called Marty from the road to tell him that Gary from E&G Pest Control told me that the fence had to come off the dirt because no amount of treated lumber or treating for termites would absolve the moisture that was going to come straight up that fence and make it rot within a New Orleans second – read: could be now or eighty years from now – and he wanted me to call…

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The Torch 85 on Wire Road in Alabama

I just passed Wire Road a few miles back and shades of 1995 headed to Atlanta from New Orleans for Thanksgiving hit me like a ton of bricks. We were driving our Saab – my beloved car – and the transmission went dead and we wound up at the Torch 85. While waiting for Dumb and Dumber to come tow our car, I was perusing the paperback book rack and came upon a book called…

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