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The fun never stops

The Tennessee Williams Festival started on Thursday and it is always one of my favorite festivals in the city – and this from a city whose festivals never quit. Yesterday morning I went to a panel discussion on one of my favorite authors, Walker Percy, and listened to three Southern writers discuss The Moviegoer. The feelings this all aroused was a watershed of my first wanting to write at the tender age of 20, my…

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Global education?

A friend forwarded this video to me about a revolution in education and yet the revolution is a throwback to an education system that worked that we then changed and institutionalized and silo’d ages and sometimes gender and lost all of this momentum. I went to see a woman talk about her life in Tibet and how children are educated by throwing everyone in the classroom together and the older kids help the younger kids…

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Character #1

I was walking by the Wildlife and Fisheries building across from the Royal Orleans and it was actually so beautiful outside I found myself almost like a character in a book that I’m writing in my head. I had walked by several young black men, all very, very handsome (the eyes of some New Orleans blacks are so distinctively ethereal it’s hard to describe, they are a lighter shade of brown, entering a gold or…

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Writer #2

I ran into two women I see at yoga all the time and one asked me what are you doing here as I was at a panel discussion (Tennessee Williams Festival) on writing about music and the question seemed so odd and so I stammered, “Well, I’m a writer and you know, well what are you doing here?” The one responded, “We’re on the panel.” And then they moved towards the stage. I stood waiting…

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Writer #1

So I ran into my first love’s ex who is a mystery writer and I said it’s sad about him, dead, hard to believe. She said I spoke to him for ten minutes and it was sweet. And I had waited by my cellphone but alas he was too close to death’s door to talk by phone. Instead a mutual friend had read him a note I’d written. Sad, I said. And we parted ways.

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Cr*english

I was reading likethevodka and thought oh, this is so familiar. When I first got together with Zsa Zsa as my neighbor calls Tatjana, I thought this is deja vu becuase I grew up with my father who sounded like Desi Arnez times 100. “Why not read the sick-lopedia?” he would ask me. Meanwhile, we have survived into our fourth year of not understanding each other 80% of the time, which we chalk up to…

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