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Memories of the beach

My fondest memories of being with my family are firmly rooted in the beach. I remember my dad swimming and goofing off; I remember my beautiful mother lounging, and I remember having endless things to do with not hardly anything. I also remember sleeping deeply after being tossed by the waves. Tin is starting to build his memories now even though all reports say that he won’t really retain any memories until he is 4…

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2 versions of the same story

Version #1 We all needed a break, so we decided to book some time on the beach. And then an oil spill happened and we didn’t know whether all of the creatures in the Gulf would be dead in a matter of weeks and on a smaller scale if our beach vacation would be ruined. Then I got sick right before we were leaving and thought even if the spill didn’t reach the shores, I’d…

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The territorial nature of being

A neighbor told me the best way to eradicate ants: scoop a little of one ant pile and dump it on another and you create a war whereby the ants kill each other off till the last ant is standing. I pondered this idea as I was staring down at all my ant bites while relaxing on the beach. The question that comes to mind is if you extrapolate this notion to the Israel/Palestinian struggle…

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Mother’s day

We’re headed to the beach – our great mother – to spend Mother’s Day – and we will offer a dedication to Ocean, Earth and our own mothers this Sunday. I already told Tin this morning that he made me a mother and I thank him for that. To get started, I took the dogs out to loosen up the pent up energy they were feeling from seeing us pack and Loca dove into the…

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I preminisce an end to the maddening days

May 06, 2010 TaurusĀ (4/20-5/20) Your subconscious has decided that you need to take a trip. It might be an actual physical journey to some new place you’ve dreamed of going, or it might just be a trip down Memory Lane. Once you’re on the road, you’re glad that you went along for the ride! It feels so good to get away from it all, and you know that you’re overdue. Invite someone else along, and…

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I know why the caged bird sings

I was leaving for India several years ago when my life took on new travels, new adventures, new expansions but Asia and India are always present in my imagination. I traveled there with Theroux in his books. I turned my head at Jazz Fest to see my friend who had just returned from India wearing an orange sari with a flowing pink scarf – colors that are not present enough in our world. I do…

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Sun salutations to the Ocean

A friend said the other day that the ocean is her church as I told her the latest updates from my friend who is evaluating the Louisiana part of the equation. Michele has dedicated this month’s yoga practice to Ma, the great mother, and to the ocean our great mother. With Mother’s Day approaching, and thinking of Ma and the Ocean and the girth they both represent, every day I’m trying to commit to being…

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Seeking closure in open ended grief

I dressed Tin in his Italian outfit yesterday early evening and brought him to St. Theresa’s with a box of cookies from Angelo Brocatos along with a homemade thank you card that had a photo of my mother. This is something I have been meaning to do since my mother passed at the end of November. These are the people who took care of my mother when I was no longer able to – they…

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Crime gets a slapdown from the mayor

From Silence is Violence: Yesterday, Mitch Landrieu made an important move in his early days as Mayor of New Orleans. Mayor Landrieu formally invited the United States Department of Justice to intervene in the operation of the New Orleans Police Department, recognizing that even the appointment of a new police chief cannot ensure the total transformation the department needs. Immediately before making this announcement, Mayor Landrieu invited to his office a range of community leaders…

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Mistaken identity

One of the women working at Rouse’s confused Tin with a friend of ours baby. I knew who she was talking about and said, “You mean the other fair skin mother?” There seems to be a lot of fair skin women adopting darker skin babies these days. But still I couldn’t believe she could mistake Tin for another.

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