My own laundry list for being in love – easy on the eye (check), makes me laugh (check), fits in with my friends and family (check), wants a child in their life (check) – it’s the lagniappe that I forgot to mention in my own list to myself. That someone could love profoundly like me, have the depth of person to unfold slowly, and then to top it off profess that love in such a…
In the rush to get ready to leave for a business trip, I have thought of at least seventy four things I have not done to get ready to leave. Meanwhile, the lure of the open road always tugs at me, but the reality is that every time I leave the LaLa it feels like you are pulling candy out of my mouth – the sunlight looks so pretty on the eggplant colored sheets as…
Among those whom I like or admire, I can find no common denominator, but among those whom I love, I can: all of them make me laugh. – WH Auden
Neighbors celebrated their anniversary in style yesterday – riding their bikes over in their PJs and then switching to their wedding garb for a procession in the bug. They were re-married on February 29th four years ago – so they have very special anniversaries – having to wait four years between each one.
T sends me this poem after I visit my grandparents’ gravesites with mom: Voices Ideal and beloved voices of those who are dead, or of those who are lost to us like the dead. Sometimes they speak to us in our dreams; sometimes in thought the mind hears them. And with their sound for a moment return other sounds from the first poetry of our life — like distant music that dies off…
One of the great things about T is her love for New Orleans. She had an opportunity to move elsewhere and couldn’t imagine not living here. I woke melancholy without her – her first night out of the compound as her friends refer to the LaLa – it was a stunningly gorgeous day and there was a marathon passing in front of the house. Roy hung his usual “TURN FOR THE WORSE” sign up right at…
Mom tells me as we drive across the Causeway, matter of factly – “They’re shooting the doves again.” She calls the police on them, but she says the police no longer respond. “I can’t bear to hear it,” she says. Dove – what a beautiful name and image the word conjures – peace.
Mom threw a drama fit yesterday saying her mother’s birthday is today and she needed to go see her grave. Unable to say no, I drove her to Franklinton this morning, where we laid a black pebble on my grandmother’s tombstone. The grave is in front of my uncle’s house and his grave is next to hers. Someone put a porcelain photograph of my grandmother – Mae – on the tombstone and in it she…
J likes to call me Zia for zealous – she suggests I’m, well, how do you say in English, a little over the top.T asked me on Mardi Gras day, “Are you Lesbian?” – deliciously dropping the article with her sexy Croatian accent – I said to myself, “No, but I am now!”This morning, picking up T’s bike at Bayou Bicycles, I saw R, who called gently from the back of an SUV – “Rachel?”…