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The best part of turning 48

When I told our driver – Albert – that I turned 48 he said there is no way in the world you are 48 – you don’t look it at all and I said well honey I am and I’ve come a long way baby. 48 – I salute you! But this is going to be my birthday month I’ve decided because I don’t want the festivities to end.

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A 1000 men at my house

I told M that all I wanted was for the house to look nice for Steve and for Jazz Fest and suddenly a thousand men wound up at my house on Tuesday and started building a fence, bricking the driveway, painting the side of the house and lo and behold it was chaos – chaos that was still in full tilt when I brought Steve from the airport.

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My birthday has been a blast so far!

Who says getting older has to be a drag? The night before my birthday, Steve arrived and as we sat on the porch sipping La Reve champagne and him smoking a Cuban, the Puerto Rican girls came over with guitar in hand and serenaded me with Feliz Cumpleanos. The next morning G and I flew to NY for our reporters conference and we stayed in Soho and even though I was trying to have a…

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Channeling correctly

I woke up this morning to a bevy of men surrounding my house – bricks to be laid, fences to be built, house to be painted – and I just wanted to crawl back in bed. Why on my busiest work days does the LaLa go into warp speed? So I snapped at all of them and said I don’t care what they want I am up here working and to leave me alone. All…

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The days of wine and carpenters

M brought me a bottle of wine today – a peace offering because he is sketchy about the details last Saturday night at La Vita – he asked me if I am mad at him – I said no, but I also didn’t fill in the blanks. Steve arrives tomorrow and I’m trying hard to get the house ready for him and to say the least none of it is going well – the valance…

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A heroin journey to heart ache

Can’t stop thinking about Lucinda Williams’ performance the first day of Jazz Fest – the kind of music that gets under your skin – Tom Marron was here doing some carpentry work for me – he plays the violin and played the fest with Little Queenie – he asked me what my favorite part of the fest was and I said Lucinda and he said him too. He said that the musicians who played with…

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My Spanish guitar

J’s friends from Puerto Rico have been in for the whole fest – N and Y – last night after stopping first at Liuzza’s for the after fest and dancing in the streets – I walked home and went there for dinner and listened as N played her Spanish guitar and sang songs of love – Yo soy rebelde, Que dificil es, contar la historia de un momento de amor, Besame mucho, – it was…

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