Okay so I didn’t know that Tin had no school and we got up, made lunch, fed him breakfast, got him dressed and drove all the way across town to find out that school was closed. Now I would have thought MLK would be a reason not to have school but since he’s off for a week for Mardi Gras and a week and a day for spring break, it never occurred to me that…
If you ever watched Rosanna Rosanna Danna on Saturday Night Live you remember her tag line was it’s always something. And so it was that I watched Martin Luther King give his speech in 1963 in D.C. where he says that we will not be free until the Negro is given citizenship. And I thought the rhetoric now is until gays can marry. And I’m sure polygamists are lining up as I write. See it’s…
Some people don’t understand why people live in the path of a hurricane. They don’t understand how we deal with all the crime (we don’t). They don’t understand why there’s no place to shop, horrific schools, and people eat a diet that would make John Belushi flinch. But today is why we live here. It is January 15th and it was a picture perfect picnic day where in a sleeveless sundress, we took over the…
and we obey by lounging for the lord – still in pajamas contemplating a picnic in City Park today because the weather is so awesome. I love the Gulf South, New Orleans, and a winter’s day spent outdoors in my tee shirt.
I’ve been reading the most engaging thought pieces, articles, tweets, Google+ posts, and hearing people speak of a new way – just finished an article about motivating students by having them take rewards for excellence and pass it on to those who helped them, about workers who receive vouchers that they in turn give to those who helped them along the way, about a real hard look at how politics have shaped the disparity in…
I’ve lived many places in my life but never has a place has so profoundly felt like home as the city of New Orleans. After driving over 800 miles to get home yesterday, I hit the twin spans as the sun was setting in purple, gold and red technicolor over Lake Ponchartrain. I could have told you I was home with my eyes closed by the potholes that only Louisiana delivers. No matter, my spirit…
I saw two dead llamas on the I-65 within a quarter mile of each other – on the driver’s side, so on the narrow medium. They were snowy white and they weren’t goats or sheep, they were llamas. Very strange.
Driving back from Ohio, I was listening to the Drive By Trucker’s Southern Rock Opera and given that I was leaving the Midwest where Cincinnati is the murder capital and driving back to New Orleans where we are actively competing for this title, right as I was passing through Northern Alabama and the Paul W. Bryant museum exit was a mile ahead, this part of the Southern Rock Opera came on as if to drive…
I left my friend this morning with her newborn baby. Last night after another newly made friend swooped in to take my place the new mother remarked “my how people are so generous when you have a baby” and so it is that every culture has a saying that a child arrives with a loaf of bread under his arm. One angel is bayou bound – the next angel arrived at the ready this morning.…