Bob made me one of the best cosmopolitans I’ve ever had and the arch in his house, just beautiful and the tree, a loss. Faubourg St. John losing spectacular old magnolia Beloved tree too far gone from termites Thursday, July 09, 2009 By Katy Reckdahl Staff writer – Times Picayune Madeline Peyton may wear a black armband today, in mourning for a fallen companion: the spectacular magnolia tree that’s shaded her house on LePage Street…
Should dark times happen during dark seasons? I wonder. This summer began on a high note – the baby I had been dreaming about for the past 20 years was going to be born the same day my brother was born – June 8th. And we anxiously feathered our nest, got our major projects out of the way, and readied our loved ones for this new beginning. And then a cloud on the horizon, the…
When mom went in the hospital, I didn’t call the rest of the family because in many ways I feel as if they abandoned her some time ago – except for two sister in laws, the boys and their children have carved a life for themselves that does not include her. And hey, I was already dealing with my sister’s hysteria over trying to control me and what was happening with mom from Atlanta (my…
I’m starting a new website called I MISS YOGA dot com – due to the hospital runs for mom, works call to sit in front of my desk 24/7 and family visiting from Croatia, my yoga this week was nil – nada – nothing. I MISS YOGA!!! I did go, however, to Tai Chi, my second new favorite passtime and T came with me – we were feeling our chi flow and have decided to…
I have an Obama sticker that T gave me when he won and I display it proudly on my truck. Today, at the gas station, a guy pulled up and on the back of his truck window he had two 8.5 x 11 pieces of paper with typed messages taped up. One said in all caps DONT BLAME ME I VOTED FOR THE AMERICAN. The other said “NOW WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT HOPE AND…
The other day friends borrowed our canoe and went out in what soon became something a la Gilligan’s Island, a three minute tour turned to a rescue mission by my neighbor who spied them in the boat with the black clouds and lightning and thunder and afterwards, the little boy made a drawing of the whole event. The lady who ran from her house to wave her hands and tell them she would come save…
I was walking Loca late this morning as it was pouring down rain and I had to wait for it to clear up. When we got to the park, we saw some of our regulars and one guy, who I usually see going the opposite way, was headed the same way as us so we walked together for a while. We were talking about the weather and he said, “Now there’s some people who will…
I heard a beautiful piece of music the other day that was called “To Become” and I thought about it a lot afterwards, because after all is that not what it is all about, becoming, whether we stagnate on rung 34 or move upward and outward and in wider spirals or not, we stay in a perpetual state of becoming and at the end, we have become all that we set out to be or…
For What Binds Us There are names for what binds us: strong forces, weak forces. Look around, you can see them: the skin that forms in a half-empty cup, nails rusting into the places they join, joints dovetailed on their own weight. The way things stay so solidly wherever they’ve been set down — and gravity, scientists say, is weak. And see how the flesh grows back across a wound, with a great vehemence, more…
I was reading an email from my long lost friend where she said she caught up with another friend recently who told her a story about a memory of my friend’s father. It was such a touching story and one that this woman had kept dear for over three decades. It is what I hope to do with my own mother. The other day, a friend called early in the morning and asked how mom…