I went to Constance Adler’s reading last night of My Bayou, her book about her love affair with this neighborhood and the bayou. I’m in the book twice as a character – once on September 1, 2006 bringing ziti to Swirl around the time it had just opened and become a gathering/healing place for the people in this neighborhood and another time at Swirl, bringing my menorahs to light for Hanukkah since I wasn’t in…
So a while back having ridden the wave of divorce, deceit, destruction I decided to strip a few layers of skin off my face and start anew. Those posts about how that chemical peel went have garnered so much attention on my blog you’d think I missed my calling. This blog was even on a British television program along with the posts and comments by people writing in. I should have put myself out there…
This morning I took Tin to be tested to see if he is gifted. This was the outcome of midsummer looking into schools. I had scheduled it in June of 2011 for March of 2009, his birthday week. After enrolling him in Waldorf and learning more about the school, I thought why bother with this test – he’s 3 years old for godsakes. But a friend of a friend (who happens to be a child…
I ran into a friend tonight on my way to a book reading/signing by another friend – she told me she had gone to New York and that she wanted to confide in me that something strange had happened. She had had a dream six months ago about a man, from another country, whose name was ____. She met this man in New York and decided that the spirit world had brought her there but…
I was speaking to someone who is from New Orleans but moved up north for a while. She said she was surprised when she came back to New Orleans that she found all of her friends reading the Times Picayune obits. Her friends were in their 20s. I told her about the obit of the older woman who died whose family wrote that she made the best mirlton casserole and she said a friend of…
I’m coming to the end of a four day Tin fest that has exhausted me. Yesterday I went to get him on my bike and took a spill so hard that now my bruised and battered right knee is the identical twin of my bruised and battered left knee where I fell at Tulane the other day. Why am I the one with skinned knees I want to know? I’ve also been working through feeling…
Tin woke up on Sunday morning and said he wanted needed to go to the French Quarter. It was an extraordinarily beautiful day and so we packed up the pocket trumpet and headed out to find him a pick up gig. We had to drop off a baseball glove at Muriel’s so we ended up in Jackson Square, where there is usually a brass band playing, but instead there was a guy and a gal…
Oh to turn three years old – all of the people you want to come, all the balloons and chocolate and instruments you want to appear at your party: The theme this year is music – apparently Americans have a penchant for overdoing kid’s birthday parties and developing themes. Americana all the way baby. We had bid and won Ben Schenck for a kid’s singalong at the Waldorf’s Starry Night last year and so Ben…