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Good bye sex kitten, hello pixie!

I spent most of childhood, teens and twenties with a pixie cut. And then in my 30s decided to have long hair and into my 40s and now in my 50s – I am sick to death of the maintenance that my crown glory requires so I went back to the pixie late yesterday afternoon and oh what a difference to me. Like my neighbor said one day to me, “I used to be a…

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The universe provides

I  saw a fellow dog walker in City Park this morning. She was the victim of an embezzlement scheme by her boss and right before retirement she got screwed out of her pension. I told her and I mean it that for some reasons I keep squaring up dollars and cents and the truth is that I have always had what I need so focusing on this amount or that is not beneficial. Instead if…

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We are family!

Last night, I did manage to scoot over to the Pitot House for Vino on the Bayou and to pick up a copy of Lake’s book. It’s an academic look at landscape design in New Orleans but still I was curious. I came home and there were a lot of options, go to Swirl and catch friends, head to Ju Ju Bag and see friends playing music, and we ended up with none of those…

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Oh, we will go a laying

I was walking through the park this morning and saw the two white swans and the one black swan swimming around the lagoon and then I saw a gaggle of geese on the newly dubbed Swan Island. I ran into my fellow swan watcher and asked him where the swan babies are, and he said, sadly, “They didn’t make it. Think these three were too young and inexperienced. They sat on the nest too long…

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Storms never last do they baby?

Yesterday Tatjana had a wonderful morning with Tin and I had a, well how do you say in English, CHALLENGING AS HELL afternoon. It seems that toddlers hitting is so common and that the entire world has a suggestion for how to not overcome it because you cannot, but how to deal with it – emotionally, physically, psychically, spiritually, and holistically. I thought about the hell I put my mother through for 50 years of…

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A bowl of cherries

Are you wondering if life at the LaLa is just a bowl of cherries? Is that what you were wondering? Today, our nanny is in New York for the rest of the week and we traded off with Tin, I took the early shift and Tatjana took the mid day shift, when it was time for going down for his nap, Tin was jumping around and fell smack down on the coffee table, thumping his…

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Summertime and the living is easy

Scientist predict the unusually hot summer that has hit New Orleans is here to stay till mid-century – thank god for air conditioning! Last night, we headed to the Fair Grinds to see film clips from If God is Willing and Da Creek Don’t Rise called Pickin Up Da Pieces, starring Angie and her dog Roki and were treated to some good music from Angie and Gingerbread along with Monica and Joy. The film was…

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The answer is …

If you are in New York on Monday, June 13th, you have to go to the Wix Lounge and see For|By|For’s exhibit of RaMell Ross’s photography (take a moment to check out the staff bios and see my fabulous niece listed). If you are in New Orleans now through Sunday, here is your agenda: Tonight – Fairgrinds at 7 to see Pickin up Da Pieces, cutting room floor film from Spike Lee’s second documentary on…

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James Singleton at Snug Harbor

Hello all, this sunday june 12th I am playing sets at SNUG HARBOR (8 and 10pm) with an all-star quartet: TIM GREEN sax, LARRY SIEBERTH piano, and MIKE DILLON drums, vibes, tabla, efx. rara avis indeed. check us out, or if you are sensibly out of town (or not) alert others that might benefit from this focussed madness. love, james s.

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Self is in mutiny

I approached this year gingerly having decided to abdicate all reigns of control and to steep myself in the practice of nonattachment. Okay, so I fell off the horse a couple of times (horse being the Russian metaphor rather than the American wagon). During my birthday period, I spent money on clothes and jewelry treating myself like a Queen on steroids. I broke down and purchased a few books. I even bought a song or…

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