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For the record

Some people don’t read the comment section of my blog so for the record – I wrote about preferring to go to CC’s on Esplanade than Fair Grinds – that is when I want to sit outside with Loca (she needs a wide berth) – otherwise Fair Grinds is a wonderful choice for a coffee shop in MidCity and I highly recommend it. The owner has been a leader in our community and the coffee…

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PTSD

We went out for coffee and reading last night to the Fair Grinds since CC’s on Esplanade is open only till 3PM post-storm. We ran into friends and one spoke about trying to apply for a grant for a mental health facility. Their first angle was we are a city all suffering from PTSD (post traumatic stress disorder) from Katrina and that Gustav just reopened old wounds so we are ripe for some assistance. We’re…

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Time to read, perchance to think

Here is a good reason to crack open a novel – below is the short list for the Booker Prize as excerpted from the NYT: “The White Tiger” by Mr. Adiga is the dark story of class struggle told by an Indian man who murders his employer. It was published in the United States by Free Press. Mr. Adiga, 33, a native of India who spent part of his childhood in Australia, is a former…

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The calm after the storm

It’s great to be home, to not be thinking of Ike, to be contemplating the weekend and a Turkish party at Swirl on Friday, a fun party at friend’s on Saturday, a long bike ride on the North Shore Sunday morning with the MS group I’m riding with in October. But there is this incredible weariness in my bones – just like a tired I can’t seem to shake and I think it’s post-storm calm.…

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Gee it’s good to be back home again…

Rouse’s was crazy packed with people restocking their fridges. My friend’s daughter is still holding on as if she helped her parents through the evacuation nightmare. My neighbor came over and propped up my Orchid tree that was listing after the storm. Bolognese sauce is simmering for T’s lunches this week. The garbage cans have bleach in them to get rid of the flies. Neighbors were sitting on the bayou sipping a beer this afternoon.…

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An offering to the gods

When we were stuck in that horrendous traffic jam trying to get out of New Orleans for Gustav, T said if this is the sacrifice we have to make for living in New Orleans, then we can bear this. Similarly, a friend said today when he arrived home after fortuitously being out of the country for the whole evacuation event that he had read on nola.com where someone wrote: “this is the price for living…

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We pause for this political message from Gloria

By Gloria Steinem September 4, 2008 Here’s the good news: Women have become so politically powerful that even the anti-feminist right wing — the folks with a headlock on the Republican Party — are trying to appease the gender gap with a first-ever female vice president. We owe this to women — and to many men too — who have picketed, gone on hunger strikes or confronted violence at the polls so women can vote.…

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To each according to her needs

We’ve spent the last two days cleaning up the yard from Gustav, organizing the pantries from our moving in together for real, purging extra clothes, dishes, coats because we have too much, and all along the way, T and I negotiated what needs to be done based on our ability or desire to perform the task at hand. In Atlanta, someone asked us who does what in the house and we looked at her –…

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