I was speaking to a nurse yesterday in the hospital about her children – she has an 8 and 13 year old. She said they were good girls, however, the 13 year old almost 14 years old has a boyfriend who she really likes but wants to kill. And I asked why and the reason is the threat he brings to her daughter. I said I know that religious families can fall on that line…
We set out from New Orleans, me and my friend, the mother waiting to happen, enroute to pick up a baby who she was possibly adopting. And the journey of course has been bumpy and wild and naturally complicated. It took an obstacle course to get here, we arrived just minutes after the birth, we had to wait to see how things would go, and then today finally it was a day of getting to…
Last night we walked over to Tin’s godparent’s house for dinner and he was such a little boy, he sat at the table and he played the piano and he was such a big boy. Evan has a grand piano and little did Tin know until we were leaving that there were about 20 clarinets lying on the piano strings under the propped open top. When we were leaving, I picked him up and showed…
I went for a run today, my first outside in 2012 and I felt pretty darn good I must say. My spirits were soaring and I came back and sent a TWEET that said: @GreenlightGR Greenlight Global Re EPIPHANY – #1QueenDay – 1st long run, 1st GGR proposal, 1st GGR payment – See ya later 3 Kings Day, Hello 1 Queen Day. After I sent that and went down to take my shower, I thought…
We thought I was leaving to go pick up the baby but instead, it was another false alarm – so I unpacked the apples and put aside my road map for yet another night of blissful sleep. Last night, Tin put his favorite baby book – I Love You Stinky Face – into my traveling bag for the baby. He said when he comes he would give him his clarinet – Really?! both of us…
I have barely left my computer and why I am choosing to stick it out for a few more minutes to write a blog post is beyond me. Really beyond me. The water broke we heard and I packed, the water didn’t break, it was dehydration, unpack, sort of. I’ve been on pins and needles waiting to get in the truck and drive our friend to Ohio to bring home the baby that I haven’t…
I glanced at a friend and fellow writer’s blog and saw the listing of readings in the city. I was still gestating the Letters to the Editor this morning where a woman said she got the mayor of Harahan to change from Happy Holidays to Merry Christmas – good grief – evolution is slow to come to New Orleans (really). And then I read on Google+ a post about what White Girls Say to Black…
I dreamt last night of elephants in a much more complex narrative than I would even imagine I had inside my head. Why was I in India, with a man, who was angry at me, and who booked two rooms for us in Vietnam because he didn’t want to be in the same room, and yet there were elephants large and humungous and small baby elephants slogging through the almost liquid mud everywhere and there…
We have had the luxury of an extended summer into a warmish fall here in New Orleans. Up until Jan 2nd we’ve been running around in tee shirts and enjoying the great outdoors. That changed. This morning, decked out in polar fleece, monkey hat (I borrowed T’s) and the whole ensemble for winter, I walked the dogs and felt the ice crunching under my shoes along the bayou. Looking around the front yards of my…