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When the bluebird sings, in the ….

I’m always amazed at how noisy New York is – literally I wake up to birds chirping every morning – and at the Muse I would lay there with the windows open (because I need the windows open) and hear the sounds of garbage trucks, tourists yelling in the street, humming of white noise and whir, and just think MAKE IT STOP – you live in a still place – a place like New Orleans…

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Whatyagonnado?

Possibly my favorite line in the world – because I use it so often – but I was reading Carolyn Hax in the Sunday paper and she finished one of her advice columns with What are you going to do? Ha! A woman had written in that she is with someone who lacks initiative so she does all the initiating – she said her friends tell her she’s supposed to lay low and make him…

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Up in smoke

At 4 this morning I got a text from TL that there was a big fire on Gentilly and Ponce de Leon – first thing I wondered if it was the crack house – next I worried about Daphne (not sure where her house is) and then I worried about Pauly the cat who might be out there in the mayhem. Since worry is what I do best I lay there wondering if G had…

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When boys are men

“Crying doesn’t make me any less of a man. To not show emotion, you’re an idiot, or you’re living a pipe dream. If someone were to tell me not to show emotion, I’d hit them in the lip.” LT. COL. MORRIS GOINS, reflecting on soldiers’ reactions to losing comrades in Iraq. I was speaking to a friend yesterday about the ability to pull the trigger. I said I know I couldn’t kill someone. He was…

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Stella and whoever else

Got up this morning with that Eli’s Coming feeling and it could have been the phone call last night from G about M. But nevertheless, I went for a walk with the Bean around the bayou and felt a little uneasy. Then I came back and talked to my neighbors about the fence I am putting up – saying some options etc – but I felt awkward and felt as if for some reason they…

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That old Turkish network

I told G she needs to infiltrate this Turkish network and find out how it works around here. We were sitting at La Vita or as we have fondly begun to call it – Levitra – and learning new Turkish words – so far I know how to say Hello, My name is __, and I want to make love to you NOW, and Please. Fatma and Moosey feel that these are all the words…

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On being a woman and on the look out

Yesterday, I went by Swirl to see the girls and hang outside on a semi sunny afternoon. They were making dinner plans with friends and D told B&K to pick her up so that she wouldn’t have to go home alone. In her area, down by Gentilly, a woman was badly beaten – pistol whipped almost – all for her wallet. The day before, another girlfriend confessed to me that she was held at gunpoint…

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