In yoga today, we were helping each other with handstands. I helped my partner, and then she went to help me. I tried three times to get up and was there for a second and then fell. I said, I don’t know what is going on, I’ve been able to do this before. And kept trying and kept falling. I realized later, in my truck, that I had never tried a handstand in my life.…
I went for a two hour yoga session with John Friend on the Tulane campus this morning. I wore my blue wig in the spirit of the day. He talked about fear and opening ourselves up. He also said that people like to insulate themselves when they feel vulnerable and that in New Orleans one way to do that is to eat. He said when we have a lot of stress in our life, when…
Today is the midway point, where the lighter half of the year is behind us and the night gives way to the darker half. It’s also the day we welcome the dead back to stand among the living as the veil between alive and dead is almost pierced in the transition. If this were measured in a day’s cycle, this would be the gloaming, the time to reflect and rest from the day and welcome…
One of my mom’s doctors referred to her as a “tea and toast lady,” those elderly who exist on caffeine for hydration and some form of carb (cookie or toast) for sustenance, all the while the cigs and drinks are what is keeping them alive. He said they don’t have a name for men because men simply die. I remember cleaning up clutter in my mom’s apartment and finding twinkies in the oven, cookies in…
We are all set to go to the Healing Center tonight to begin our Halloween weekend but it is so muggy outside from the high humidity and warmth that I am wondering if it is even possible for me to put on my costume much less my wig? Isn’t it supposed to be fall?
For better or worse in New Orleans, people know you and your mom and them. Your mom and them signifies anyone in your family. Last night we went to a house warming for our friend who just bought a house. Several of our friends have taken advantage of this buyer’s market to finally jump in. It was a small gathering but what was great about it was meeting our friend’s mother who had come in…
I did not grow up gay and so when my friends who are tell me about how it was back in the day – how they marched, how they pushed the agenda, and how they suffered – it makes me glad that I did not have to suffer through all of that and more importantly that they paved the way to make tolerance more reality than concept. One friend still likes to shout her marching…
I was telling E that I lay in bed at night and worry that when the child comes I don’t want to act like it is a burden or another stress – I want to enjoy my baby – but then I listed for her all the things that would happen when the baby arrived. She said, pishaw, you don’t know anything, you cannot know who that child will be when s/he arrives, like everyone…
I walked this morning faster – it’s my part to reinvigorate my body and to put some pep in my step. I looked at my to do list and realized that everything might not get done – it’s part of my new I don’t have to be perfect mantra. I did yoga and tried to make myself as juicy as I could – it was the theme of the day to be liquid, to be…
de mi cuñada en croacia: ETERNIDAD En mi jardin hay rosas yo no te quiero dar las rosas que mañana Mañana no tendras mañana! En mi jardin hay pajaros con canto de cristal No te los doy, que tienen alas para volar En mi jardin abejas labran fino panal: Dulzura de un minuto no te la quiero dar! Para ti lo infinito o nada; lo inmortal o esta muda tristeza que no comprenderas. La tristeza…