So I guess while I’m whining about cashing out my 401K to buy my house – #firstorsecondworldproblem – these two things scrolled across my screen: 1) The Dow Jones industrial average hit a new milestone Tuesday, closing above the 15,000 mark for the first time in its 117-year history. 2) MP (Facebook) 3 hours ago near New Orleans Wow. in the past five years, I’ve paid out nearly $150,000 to the bank for my mortgage…
New Orleans is not third world nor is it first world, it is comfortably second world, and here I sit in this place with second world problems. I am cashing out most of my 401K to buy a house with cash because I can’t get a mortgage having been in my business less than two years. Everyone and their mother has warned me against doing this and as one savvy friend said to me, “Maybe…
Today is New Orleans’ 295th birthday – she’s a Taurus – I just knew it. May 7, 1718 the City of New Orleans was born. I doubt I will live that long, but if I did, I hope I look as beguiling as she does at that age. May you live another 295 years!
I’m about to enter overdrive – I have a gal’s trip, a silent retreat, a conference to cover, a conference to attend, a huge report to do, and let’s not even get started on moving into my new home. All of this will happen in the next six weeks – brace yourself is all I can say (to no one there). So what has been neglected is my mom and her gravesite. I haven’t been…
I smile a lot – it is the reason why I have smile lines deep set into my cheeks. My son however smiles mostly when there is not a camera aimed at him, so when someone captures a smile on his face I am delighted. So thanks Katherine Cecil for this one with his godfather, Evan Christopher.
I dreamed last night that I had moved into my new house, and put everything away and all my paintings up on the wall and everything was just so when I realized that I had not even had the inspections yet and what would I tell the current owner as we hadn’t even gone through the act of sale? I woke up foggy, disoriented, still on my day bed in my three room apartment. I…
HOME BY EDGAR ALBERT GUEST It takes a heap o’ livin’ in a house t’ make it home, A heap o’ sun an’ shadder, an’ ye sometimes have t’ roam Afore ye really ’preciate the things ye lef’ behind, An’ hunger fer ’em somehow, with ’em allus on yer mind. It don’t make any differunce how rich ye get t’ be, How much yer chairs an’ tables cost, how great yer luxury; It ain’t home…
The other day at Fortier Fest, I met this guy who lives in DC but who is from here and we connected over real estate and Tibetan flags. So yesterday, when it was the last day of Jazz Fest, and the most gorgeous day except for some chilly blusters of wind, I sat here thinking I would love to go to the Fest and Mr. DC pinged me and asked if I was going and…
I watched a funny video about what people say to Transracially Adopted families, and could have added a lot more quotes to the list. But no one knows the joy of welcoming another person into your life, particularly a baby who starts becoming their own person very shortly after you meet. Yesterday, Tin and I slopped our way through the thick of mud soup to get up close and personal with Frank Ocean and to…
Throwdown by Jena Strong give me the drag queens, dolled up and delicious the two moms bickering over the dishes the orphans, adopted, the chosen, the trannies the witches, the protestors, tattooed laughing grannies the boys wearing tutus and all the shirtless daughters of the revolution playing basketball on the broken courts of lost fathers the failures, the forgotten, the throwdown, the freak show the hurts and the heartbreaks, the hassles and headaches the beggar,…