I spoke with a friend who is battling herself, her ties to her philandering husband and desire for the young casanova who is playing cat and mouse. “I can’t help myself, I keep texting him even when he doesn’t answer,” she told me. I spoke with an acquaintance who said she finally ditched the boyfriend who won’t kiss on the mouth and is now obsessed with the one who got away. “I am stalking him…
I’ve spoken before about this woman I met in New York many years ago while attending a Woman in Media conference that I was invited to – she was a Life Coach type speaker and after she spoke, she came and sat down next to me in the audience – I was sitting near the front but to myself – and I whispered to her that she looked better with light brown hair than the…
My friend curated a show at the Fair Grinds Coffeehouse called Bayou St. John: Portrait of a Neighborhood, it was the third in a series she has done starting with Your Mama N Dem and Gluttony. The artists so generously donated proceeds from their sales to the ReBridge effort and one artist in particular gave 100% of the proceeds to ReBridge. So I bought it. Well not just for that reason but because I loved…
This morning the wind was blowing so strong that it actually kept Loca in check as we circled City Park. A man said to me as I passed him, beautiful day huh? Is he kidding I thought, but I could see he wasn’t. You have to be from here to know that the arrival of Jazz Fest means the real beginning of summer because no matter how cool or pleasant it is right now, it…
Alison Pelegrin ODE TO CONTRACTORS POSSESSING VARIOUS LEVELS OF EXPERTISE This one’s a shout-out to the git-r-dones, the crowd since Katrina most idolized and sucked up to—seminude roofers, hard hatters, electricians, tree doctors, Ditch Witch pilots dwelling in tent cities or, like our lumberjacks, the Dollar General parking lot. A round of drinks and first pick of the MREs for you. Look—one thing I’ve learned is what you had to do, you did. They roughed…
Brenda Marie Osbey LITANY OF OUR LADY our lady of the sidewalks the pavements and the crumbling brick the mortar rock and oyster-shell roads our lady of sorrows and sadnesses of intolerable agonies tolerated daily of drifters grifters scrappers and scrapers our lady of dudes and dicks and pricks of petty thieves and of whoremongers of piss-swelled gutters and dives and the grimed over windows knotty-haired children peer through; our lady our lady of boys…
The other day in yoga, Lisa asked us to close our eyes and visualize our life as a tapestry where all of the events are depicted in vivid colors. On that particular day, I had a vignette depicting me meditating to Purnamadah, a walk through City Park, cleaning off my desk and uncluttering my mind, a not so delightful moment with someone who is not so delightful, and a hug from Tin after he scowled…
Of all the best voice over narratives I can remember that soap opera as if I were hearing it yesterday, “Like sand through the hour glass, so are the days of our lives…” This occurred to me as I readied myself for the next few weeks that promise to be eventful. T leaves for two weeks out of the country and I fly solo for Jazz Fest with Tin who is in a much more…
I’m back in my vegetarian mode, getting a little repulsed by the same chicken breast that I just cooked, warily staring at a pork loin that T had made, and overall just having a general revulsion towards flesh food. I saw this thought of the day and it reminded me of Pollan, who seemed to be so ubiquitous for a period there but now I haven’t seen anything by him lately. This thought is lasting…
I was trying to tell Tin what absurd means but he wasn’t following too well what a word would mean outside of his Tin-centric universe. But I have the definition of absurd. The New York Times’ breaking news is this: Breaking News Alert The New York Times Wed, April 27, 2011 — 9:24 AM ET —– White House Releases Long Form of President Obama’s Hawaii Birth Certificate President Obama posted a copy of his “long…