Deep sorrow for the families who lost a loved one in Mumbai during this horrible tragedy. Here, Abby is still missed. You pick up the pieces and you move on. Right? The bells of Cabrini are ringing and so it is time to shut down and enjoy Saturday night. As Flower always tells me, hope dies last.
If anyone wants to know – we’re ready. Good friends who think they have something to tell us that we might not already know have told us that a child is going to change our life. Really, we say, trying to be considerate but thinking to ourselves, why, we never thought of that. We have gone over and over and over in our minds the pros and cons of being a parent and the one…
I got irked recently when my mother turned at the table and said, “I know you, Rachel.” She had just said I am easily repulsed. Which I don’t believe I am. “I know you,” she said, as if to imply, better than you know yourself. Since T had the fur covered peach slice incident at the ready, it was easy to concur. But honestly, one or two incidents does not make a label. In a…
Recently, New Orleans was awarded the (dis)honor of having the highest crime per capita of any U.S. city. Last night, at Swirl, a friend was talking to my friends visiting from Atlanta, she had recently moved back to New Orleans. She said, “Yes, Atlanta’s a functioning city, but it’s good to be home.” Ah, home, crime ridden but lovable. This morning after breakfast at Dizzy’s – eggs, grits and fried catfish – my friend said…
Wal-Mart Employee Trampled to Death by Customers By JACK HEALY and ANGELA MACROPOULOS A Wal-Mart employee in suburban New York died after being trampled by a crush of shoppers on Friday.
How could we not be connected in these global times to every event, every city and citizen who suffers? Mumbai – my colleagues recently held a conference there, in a country that I dream about but have never visited, and now Mumbia is in peril. Damn these terrorist to hell – with so much in the world to worry about, young punks wrecking senseless havoc on people who were living their lives – very sad,…
We opted for a small gathering this year for Thanksgiving and it was a long and lovely day. The weather was superb. I woke up and walked Loca into the park where the Turkey trot was underway. She and I ran into Sangi, Loca’s new best friend, and the two dogs tripped the light fantastic in and out of the lagoon, terrorizing anyone near who wanted to stay dry. Then home again, where T and…
City Park was so beautiful this morning. The crepe myrtles and the cypress are the only trees in fall color – and the crepes give an array of yellows to rust, but the cypress have turned an umber color that is just magical. As I rounded the bend to come back towards home, I noticed many pockets of people throwing bread to the ducks and then a clandestine circle of ducks holding an impromptu meeting…
Each day about 150 people read my blog. Interestingly enough most of those are unique visitors to the site. The areas that get commented on the most are my entries about loving New Orleans and being in love. But the entry that got the most comments was when I had my chemical peel and posted the day to day progress of the peel. I started this blog in 2004 because I was going to write…
Our suitcases came after I went to bed so before I took Loca out this morning, I was trying to unpack and take care of a few things and was running late. I raced out the door, and Loca saw two of her friends, Louie and the white dog, playing off leash on the grass by the bayou. I let her off to run play with them and this could have gone on forever, but…