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Touch of class

I was sitting in my dining room today having lunch with my aunt and uncle and going over the details of my mom’s care when I looked up and saw the woman across the bayou putting up a 4 foot by 6 foot hand painted sign that says I LOVE DUCKS. My neighbor comes out and sees it and says, “Money can’t buy you class.” Nor intelligence, I responded.

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Obama n’ me

There are those who believe I am strong and can withstand everything, but the cracks are evident everywhere. In Portugal, at the last turn off that I missed because we couldn’t understand any directions, I lost it. Even T says, you are strong, and yet, when I hit my arm against the door the other day I thought I would have a nervous breakdown. And then I get up and decide not to go to…

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Looks are deceiving

If someone was passing the LaLa last night and saw the shutters drawn, the porch lights softly lit, and no dog barking at the front door, they might have thought, how nice, the inhabitants are sleeping peacefully all tucked in for the night. But they’d be wrong, in the hallways of the LaLa, Bam Bam prowled with a limp stuffed fox in his mouth issuing blood curdling meows, Wolfie was chewing the hindside of her…

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Night blooming jasmine saved me

I was talking to my neighbor about the state of my brain these days – constant anxiety about my mom that never seems to find a safe place to land. She suggested antidepressants. I came home and we lit the candelabra and I ate a wrap and drank some ginger steeped hot water. Then we listened to Obama talk about health care. T gave me a foot rub. Later, I was on the screen porch…

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A confederacy of dunces

As I mentioned before, I opted off the neighborhood list serve because I found the banter useless for my daily life and more of a constant irritant. Similarly, a friend sent me a link that the ongoing duck rant had leaked into nola.com and so I read the article and then read the responses – all from people who do not live on Bayou St. John and all utterly clueless. So I felt compelled to…

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When you say I do, what are you really saying?

There was an article in the NYT by a woman writing about how she and her partner call each other wife. It’s an interesting predicament with same-sex couples, there is a way you refer to each other among friends, family, strangers, clerks, phone clerks, etc. It never comes out exactly right with any of them. Some friends of mine opted to not get married after ten years and instead had a jump the broom ceremony,…

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Being true to yourself

I was thinking about Bill Gates this morning as I walked through City Park only because Microsoft became the company to hate because so many people envied its success and feared its domination. Well Microsoft has done some things in spades but other things it has sputtered and utterly failed at, for one thing, dominating the internet. It just can’t seem to accomplish this no matter how hard it tries or what company it acquires.…

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Tuesday but really Monday

Labor Day is a good thing – I’m happy to have had the day off but boy does Tuesday feel like Monday. The overarching theme of the day came from yours truly, Michele, during yoga whose talk today was on kindness and she asked that we try to be kind to at least two people every day. Yom Kippur is fast approaching (Sep 28) and although I’ve given up my religious ways for more spiritual…

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