It’s Sunday and somewhere there is a pastor molesting a young parishioner – why? I do not honestly know. But today, this Sunday while Atlanta squirms from the latest revelation that the high almighty preacherman * who has denounced homosexuality, protested against same sex marriages, and decried men to let out their wild side and women to submit has BEEN CAUGHT HAVING SEX WITH YOUNG BOYS. Excuse me? Yeah, you hear right, once again the…
On Superbowl earlier this year, the young families of the Court (which is how we refer to the cul de sac of cottages that begins with my neighbor Jerri’s house) got together and hung a self made screen and projected the victorious game of the Saints vs the Colts. This year, with all the joie de vivre still there for the Saints, they have made a more permanent screen where they have shown the night…
We went to go meet friends at the Napoleon House for lunch today and sat in the patio where thankfully the sun went behind some big white puffy clouds. The subject of identity came up once again as a friend was talking about how complex her background is and can’t be summed up in any one descriptor. Her husband says she should just say she’s from Florida – ha! She’s from the Lumbee tribe, she’s…
I bought a large container of buttermilk this week because I thought we’d try to do spontaneity and have some friends over for pancakes, or I thought Jerri would be home and we’d have her over for pancakes since she’s just getting back from her nephew’s funeral, or I thought we’d have some others over for pancakes because their kids play well with Tin. And instead, since we came home at 2AM and slept in,…
I’ve heard tell that Nina Simone was a troubled woman, a diva but not in a traditional sense; she was complex and haunted and you can tell by her voice as she sings lines that resonate with lines between the lines … how she seems to carry a weight of life older than her years. Do the greatest artists spring from roiling and turmoil or is it possible to see and sing life from the…
Last night we went to our friends’ Absinthe party, the one which was supposed to help us forget, but instead it helped me remember, remember why I love New Orleans, its people, and my friends’ parties. Their parties are always the embodiment of diversity – gay/straight and black/Asian/latin/white and fat/thin and tall/short and everything in between and outside those divisions, from artists to professors, from musicians to writers. Sometimes we’re treated to a show like…
My West Coast work husband is leaving and his going away party was today, another friend said we’re having a party to keep from crying. I said that’s what we do best down here in the Crescent City, dance to our grave. So tonight some friends are holding an Absinthe party, the want to make the cocktails that help you forget we’re still in a recession no matter what the headlines tell you. My hair…
My friend slept so good the other night after all, I’m the one who had nightmares. It figures. I think those of us who are left behind during an enormous change – a death, a leaving, a divorce – are the ones who sit on the sidelines trying to figure it all out.
Author unknown… A woman in a hot air balloon realized she was lost. She lowered her altitude and spotted a man in a boat below. She shouted to him, “Excuse me, can you help me? I promised a friend I would meet him an hour ago, but I don’t know where I am.” The man consulted his portable GPS and replied, “You’re in a hot air balloon, approximately 30 feet above ground elevation of 2,346…
My left foot was itching today and I’ve heard tell that means I’m going to travel somewhere I’ve never been. Then almost as if in answer to that a dear friend in Zagreb sent me this photo he took while he was on the island of Vis this summer. Yes, this is where I want to go, I want to plunge off a white washed stone into the wild Adriatic sea. Cast my lot to…