So all of you parents out there trying to raise your child gender neutral – good luck. I was watching Tin play as well as the other kids earlier this week and the first grade boys were all playing together and the first grade girl came back to the adults sulking. Girls sulk when they are not getting the attention from boy(s) they want. They do this at 50 or at 5 years old –…
Already next week is full. How is that again? Yes, next week’s calendar is full and it hasn’t even arrived yet. Playdates galore for Tin, work goals for me, and Jazz Fest starts on Friday. My Jazz Fest junkie days are gone, perhaps, because I only have a ticket for each weekend and I know the second weekend is Saturday, but the first is still up in the air as to which day I’ll go.…
I used to live on the North Shore in Covington in the 1980s. I had bought a house with my first husband off of Old Military Road because I was on a quest to recapture the joy I had known staying in the country with my grandmother when I was young. I was also running a lot during those days and had a great route that took me down a road that had woods on…
I think the issue with writing a blog and being a witness to your own life, is that sometimes you come home, and the house is quiet. The only thing you hear is the chatter in your head and it may be the same conversation your self has had with your self over the last few days that even meditation has been unable to burn and disperse. And you sit here and you wonder at…
I withdrew slowly but painfully from my delicious pu-ehr tea that was very expensive and only found in New York, of course, and backslid to decaf coffee. On a whim, I decided to get some Vanilla coffee to add to my decaf coffee to make it – you know – more exciting. And they only had Vanilla in caf, not decaf, and although I incorporated an eighth of a cup into a full bag of…
I went today to go look at a house for sale just down the street near Canal Street. It was cheap, so I wasn’t expecting much, and that is certainly what it was, not much. Mind you I love old New Orleans shotguns, but usually they are made out of cypress and pine and have characteristics that make them like fine antiques that you want to preserve and refinish and enjoy. This one seemed built…
I was marveling at how little things used to disrupt my day – at how bigger things would disrupt my life. And now I marvel at how far I have come in centering myself in the now and how I’ve come to be able to see the power in myself against external forces with a thread that connects me to all my experiences. I read this in my morning passage from The Power of Now:…
Fran Leibowitz once said the great outdoors was from her front door to a taxi cab, but she and I had nothing in common when it comes to nature. I love the great outdoors. Right at my doorstep is the bayou and City Park and I have not been on it, in it, in quite sometimes. Every time I am about to go for that walk, I get side tracked. So today, when a friend…
I slept the sleep of the dead and woke this morning to be productive. I was headed to yoga midday and got off track as I wound up at lunch with a friend. But it was serendipitous because the friend actually knows a lot about real estate and pointed out some options for me and one was an option I really like – so fingers crossed.