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No blizzards here, thank you

I saw that a wild wind storm swept the midwest and was so relieved to walk outside in the 64 degrees sunshine and grab my paper. The front page was a photograph of the candlelight vigil for the two year old shot while playing outside. The side bar said 10 people were shot yesterday in New Orleans. Insane? It’s always around the summer when things get out of hand, the heat drives passionate rage. But…

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Dreams of you, and you, and you

I slept last night early – a product of the continuing headache that plagues me and no relief in sight. And of being exhausted from the day. Tin without the structure of school was terrorizing the house – he pulled the shade down and broke it, climbed on the sofa, bed, and table, wouldn’t eat, and pulled the video camera out of its socket. Breathe – breathe. After he went to bed, I worked on…

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No! CaCa! PooPoo!

I have just heard the word poo poo 83 times and caca too many to mention, forget about the no’s because I don’t think they’ve stopped yet. I then witnessed a temper tantrum that went on uninterrupted for 15 minutes complete with being called Mommy, Mom, Rachel, and No. My head hurts. Wah. Wah. Wah. CaCa PooPoo. No! Zora Neale Hurston Mama exhorted her children at every opportunity to ‘jump at de sun.’ We might…

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The (gr)ass is always greener

I was born, unlike the other women in my family, with large breasts. Me, I wanted junk, big ole junk in the trunk, so when I see someone who has great junk, I always stop, stare and appreciate. Today’s word of the day, callipygous from the Greek meaning beautiful butt. “‘Pick me,’ Aphrodite says, arching her back and turning slightly to present to him under her robe a callipygous formation more perfect than ever he…

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Compliance

Now for some fair and balanced reporting, yesterday, a two year old was shot dead in the head while she played outside in her front yard. A victim of a shooting at the B.W. Cooper projects. Perpetrators, young bucks who have guns and think that life is trivial. Huge problem. The only reason a young man would take a gun and foolishly shoot someone else, and foolishly kill a two year old is if that…

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Would you?

Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity To seize everything you ever wanted… one moment Would you capture it or just let it slip? Eminem Our friend is about to become a mother – it looks like this adoption is going to happen – and as I write, I’ve just tucked Tin into bed. As a single mother of the last week, I can tell you that my friend has her work cut out…

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The last dog fight

Loca and Heidi got in a dog fight today, and as it has happened before it was spurred on by Loca growling at Tin and Heidi growing overprotective, but it has my nerves frayed. Or let’s just say I’m over it. I took a cat in each hand again and ejected them from the house – Bam Bam sleeping on Tin’s pillow again (where he keeps getting bug bites on his face and I can’t…

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NOMA’s 100 years

I’m so happy to live on the bayou, but also near City Park, but then ALSO near the New Orleans Museum of Art and today was its 100 year anniversary that had a celebration that started yesterday at 5pm and continued into this evening. We went to hear the brass band by the NOMA Cafe and then segued to the marching band following it from the entrance of the park around the museum and back…

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