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This alopecia universalis has been the quintessential external cleanse because nothing sticks to this body anymore – believe me. And now I’m taking my steps towards my internal waxing – when I started working with the life coach she asked me to recall the last time I felt peaceful, happy and alive – and I said Nantucket, girl’s trip, 2011. She asked me why and I said because I’m surrounded by women I love who…
I was behind a bumpersticker this morning that read: Dare to keep your priests off kids. Yesterday, I was speaking to my friend the nun about how this whole MAJOR DEFLECTION COVER UP is going down with the Catholic Church – how the men are blaming the women – fancy that. It turns out this big accusation against the nuns has not been responded to by their organization because actually the outcry from the parishioners…
I walked through City Park this morning and thought about how I’ve changed my name so many times in my life – I was born Rachel, then my brothers nicknamed me Lisa because my middle name is Elizabeth, then I married and went from Rachel Namer to Rachel Gratia, then I married again and became Rachel Franzen, then I married again and became Rachel Dangermond hence Red, my nickname (Rachel Elizabeth). It would be foolish…
You have two options at your disposal at all times – the first is to lament not knowing sooner, and the second is to rejoice that you have the knowledge now. So let’s just start with the latter. I saw the endocrinologist today – and he was SUPERB – went over everything and looked at the holistic picture of what is going on with me. The diagnosis – alopecia universalis and Hashimoto’s disease. He thinks…
“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails” (I Corinthians 13:1-8a).
Last night, we sat on the porch with friends, it’s the last night of our guest’s visit, and the full moon rose over the bayou as if to punctuate the end of five days filled with friends, laughter, food, spirits, and porch hanging. Our neighbors played badminton on the grass and we spoke about religion, the original portage into New Orleans, privilege versus sacrifice, amongst other topics. This morning while walking through City Park, it…
There is just not enough time to do everything you want to do in life – so I reckon I’ll sleep when I’m dead. This is Tin at his friend’s birthday (with fire engine theme!) – I was racing back from Zumba and racing to a gal pal lunch – sandwiched in between was an awful lot of cuteness – tug of war with the hose, a bucket brigade, adorable firemen outfits, a ride in…
We had friends over again last night for some porch hanging, dinner and conversation. This was after a long day that started with Zumba, then segued into a child’s birthday party complete with all the kids on a fire truck that went around the bayou with its siren on, lunch with friends at Baru, a little shopping for a baby gift for my neighbor’s new granddaughter, lots of cooking by our out of town guest…
I have not been able to find a locket big enough to hold the locks cut off my baby boy’s fro.
Tin got his afro trimmed down to the scalp in preparation for our beach trip – our baby’s hair – sigh. Is hair a sign of virile power? And its absence suggests a weakness? I went to Fifi Mahony’s to get a new wig yesterday – now I have my short professional wig and my long like I used to be wig – but I must admit that when I feel the most powerful is…