In Franklinton, in someone’s yard, is a marquis that says: A wise son heareth his father’s instruction. Was dad being maybe a touch melodramatic? As tomorrow approaches and I contemplate my father’s own passing and my own parenthood in general, I am wondering if anyone who chooses to be a parent ever really knows what they are doing. Yesterday, after spending the day where my mother comes from, around her people, meeting a man who…
The day started in the usual manner of days around here at the LaLa, we had a lot to get done today the least of which is to get Tatjana to the airport early, but as is the case around here, I hadn’t even walked out the door when a lost dog appeared on my porch courtesy of a neighbor who found her and decided I might be able to help by calling the owner…
Watching Big Love makes me pull on the ties of religion that I was raised with, and you start to realize how much the institution of religion can succor and box you in. It’s amazing to me that more people in the world do not break free of these ties but then again, the succoring part is hard to ignore. When I was growing up my father was the equivalent of God – I really…
It appears from Doug MacCash’s article this morning that the board at Le Petit Theatre got their way and have sold half of the theater to Dickie Brennan. It’s a sad day for New Orleans and any one out there who believes this was the only road to salvation does not understand the fear tactics and short-sightedness of what went on behind the scenes. I liken this to the Tea Party having hijacked Obama’s agenda…
Every day I pick up the Times Picayune and every day on the front page some parent has decapitated their mentally retarded child, slammed an infant against a wall, beaten an eight year old to death or the like. I wondered really what the Times Picayune hopes to say about our world by prominently displaying these sad stories on the front page of our paper? Are we supposed to infer between the lines that the…
Tin woke up this morning in a goofy and lazy mood and the only thing to do was go along with it. T had some work to do and so I took the early morning shift and we walked to the park after breakfast but he wanted to stop and look in the bayou, he wanted to kick the deckboards on the bridge, he wanted to turn around and turn around and turn around. When…
You know how it is when you buy a red convertible you suddenly see red convertibles everywhere? Well that is how this whole spiritual gig is rolling out, I was in turmoil, someone handed me Eckhart Tolle’s The Power of Now, then someone mentioned Ram Dass has been helpful to her (plus he’s funny) and so then a long-time source of mine who was laid off after 23 years sent me an article about Byron…
I’m listening to an audio book on my walks with the dogs called BE LOVE NOW, by Ram Dass and Rameshwar Das and in its beginnings it speaks of opening the heart. I always thought I had a big heart except when it’s not but that it was only one of my many pecadillos that would go unnoticed, but after walking this morning, and feeling the dry air that signals the approach of fall here…
The summer heat took a break yesterday for the first time in weeks if not months. The family pool was a tad on the cool side and that was during the bright light of day. I walked the dogs this morning and passed Ms. Marie, 95 years old on the other side of the bayou, she said the air was fresh, and then I passed Ms. Dagmar, also 95 years old, and she was looking…
Here we go, it’s Monday and what’s on the agenda? Everything, right? So how many Mondays does a person have in their lifetime? I venture to say many (if you’re lucky). The trick is to make Monday, funday. And that is what I challenge myself to do today. To have fun and enjoy each and every thing that I do, accomplish, think or act on today. Monday is Funday.