After the MS 150 ride weekend, I had a night of anxiety nightmares. I dreamt I was in my “cocoon” as I called in the NO Magazine article and someone was trying to get in and I knew my alarm wasn’t set properly. So I got up in the dark and the flashing red light that tells me it is set was weak and I was trying to reset it. But it wouldn’t reset. And…
I got on the flight to Phoenix this afternoon, weary, longing to be home, guilty for having made both of my dogs anxious, for having not been around for friends last night, or friends stopping by today, just too busy, too much. I sit down on the airplane and this guy starts chatting me up and all I can ask myself is where is my gun when I need it – or rather where are…
Kind of like the “how ya gonna clap?” question at Jazz Fest, when one hand has an ice cold beer and the other a piece of hot crawfish bread. Similarly, the momentum is building for who will be our next governor and with both hands tied behind our backs and even though New Orleans would have you believe it is Jindal and Jindal would have you believe all you need are the moral credentials to…
Massey’s to open Mid-City headquarters NEW ORLEANS – Massey’s Professional Outfitters, a Louisiana-based company with stores in Metairie, Baton Rouge and Covington, said it will open headquarters in Mid-City in early 2008. The new store at 509 N. Carrollton Ave. will be the fourth for Massey’s, which specializes in sporting goods. Massey’s will renovate the 28,000-square-foot Riley building, which was built around 1907. The new facility will house 20 to 30 employees and serve as…
There is so much life that goes on inside that no one ever sees – there are conversations with people who will never hear you utter those words – there are memories that have been turned over so many times they have become a different event – songs that are bastardized – dreams that straddle reality – desires that may never find expression. So much on the interior that roils like a cauldron over a…
My friends’ and my parents are dying or going slowly insane – we hold our collective breath as our parents are being scammed across the country by conartists. My mother pays for “annuities that is special for nurses” or “health insurance that only cost $29 a month and she can add my sister with a pre-existing condition” or she stays up until midnight and orders from infomercials chochkis. We blame our parents for getting old,…
A friend writes: Plus I cannot let go of trying to logically reconcile the idea of trying to control ones destiny where you can and then sitting back and saying everything is as it should be! A balancing act for sure – it’s an age old dilemma that has cost me a lot of time of worry and consternation. I pulled all the stuff out of my wallet the other day and found Steve’s card…
Getting up and doing the daily routine is sometimes the most satisfying thing you can ask from a day. Feeding and walking your dogs. Changing the lightbulb. Making a grocery list. Arranging the pumpkins on the porch. Seeing the rosy fingers of dawn stretch across the horizon – the glassy bayou – the dew moist grass in City Park – a great white heron stretch out across the lagoon. Familiar faces to greet you –…