I received an email a few days ago from a friend who said she wants nothing more than to come visit me but only if I turn up the music, open the car doors and dance in the streets. Decades ago, I found out a classmate referred to me as “that tappy footed” girl. A colleague from back when sent me a note that she misses me dancing on tables. Night before last, we rolled…
Every drop of news I read is more talk about just how bad this recession is and how this the worse one yet. But how much of this is media mumbo and what are we supposed to do about it in our own little worlds? I’ve been going out to restaurants because we have guests visiting us – truthfully the meals we have had at home have all been superior to any of the restaurant…
Was speaking with a friend about what provokes anxiety in a relationship. He thought it is when the couple is at odds with the individual. I think it is more that like most things, there is an ebb and flow to love that occurs between two people and that all parties need to be represented. There are three separate entities – the individuals and the relationship – each vying for its own space to thrive…
I wrote the other day about how email and its viral messaging helped capture a couple of criminals in the hood. The speed at which information was going around surpassed anything the Times Picayune or Channel 4 news could deliver. Then this week, a couple was on their way to a Mardi Gras parade, something their neighbor knew because she read it on their Facebook page, and so when she saw a strange man jumping…
My gal Barbie and I are both turning 50 this year and so isn’t it perfect that stopping in at the Blue Nile the other night we stumbled across Cree’s beautiful designs and there waiting for me in all her glory was my Mardi Gras costume – Barbie in a red queen gown with a ruby tiara and a scepter on a hat. Now how perfect is that I might ask you? T bought it…
As I mentioned before, we are hosting our Croatian friends and trying to show them New Orleans in as many ways as we can slice and dice it and yet, sitting at the Phoenix last night chatting with a friend who kept asking did you do this, did you do that, you’d think we haven’t shown them diddly. All I know is today I ate a large bowl of kale and collard greens and drank…
Last night after our friend made us the BEST LASAGNA I HAVE EVER TASTED, and some delicious red wine, we decided to rally to take them out on the nonstop New Orleans tour. We put on wigs – I wore blonde and T wore pink – and got dolled up and went to the Spotted Cat with our boys to hear the Jazz Vipers. It was perfect for our Croatian guys who smoke nonstop to…
Before I moved into the LaLa a bird flew into one of the windows and died on the side porch. Freaked me out but M came by and picked the bird up and disposed of it without flinching. Then when the house was almost finished, the 11 foot windows had gone up in the office and a bird flew smack into one and dropped on the shed roof overhang of the downstairs porch. Again, S…
Took the boys down River Road to see the plantations or at least those still standing. Between New Orleans and the plantations lies a chemically altered landscape of oil refineries that has removed bucolic from the description and replaced it with horrific. Yes, and some people call it home, but still. Nonetheless, I’m sure we can all think back to the plantations as horrific as well. We stopped at Destrehan but didn’t go on the…
We started Sunday morning with the breakfast of champions – grits and grillades and scrambled eggs and biscuits and bloody marys and mimosas. Then we loaded up and headed to Barkus for the annual dog parade. This was the 17th year and we got a good spot in front of Good Friends where Angela Hill was the MC and the entire court had to stop and pirouette in front of the cameras. This year wasn’t…