I got an email that Cree McCree was showing at the FreFestivus today and so when everyone was asleep for their naps, I ran over to see her stuff because I missed her Nutriapalooza at the Ogden and then heard it had been written up in New York when she was there. I didn’t buy a fur, but I did get a pendant made of nutria teeth – it’s fabulous and already have received a…
When I was growing up we moved around a lot. A lot. And I have this memory of my mother carrying this precious white vase in her lap, wrapped in a towel, and I remember it being in every house or apartment we ever lived in – always front and center. It was from Spain and she was very fond of it and so am I. Here is a photo of my mom holding me…
T is taking T2 to Croatia next week to see the snow in Zagreb as well as visiting with family and friends. Me, I’m staying here in what I consider cold enough – 50 degree New Orleans weather. At first, when the suggestion came up to have yet another trip to Europe, I instantly felt separation anxiety as Tin is in an explosive development phase where things are happening so quickly – like yesterday when…
Sitting this morning having my decaf chai tea in lieu of my delicious pu uhr that T brought me from New York – ah the days of caffeine are gone for me (but not forgotten). I’m looking at the bayou, which is moving swiftly towards the lake and outside it looks brrrr cold. Although it’s actually the warmest day we have had since the advent of back to back cold fronts moving in. A friend…
I put down David Mitchell’s The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet and bit my lip last night on the last sentence. This is the second book by Mitchell that has held me spellbound with an intoxicating narrative. What Cloud Atlas did to acquaint me with his voice (or voices), The Thousand Autumns turned on its head, and I wonder if Mitchell isn’t the most talented writer of fiction alive. Oh, to have that much…
A friend came by and brought us a Hanukkah gift – a mezuzah with a kiddie sports theme for Tin’s door and a book, Where We Know: New Orleans as Home. As part of my nostalgia tour these past few days, I began reading it last night only to discover myself described in the second story written by Sarah Inman. What was interesting is the description, “Rachel, a newly divorced redhead” was sort of jarring.…
The last 24 hours has sent me into a nostalgic ride as conversations with old friends and other situations has me looking backwards instead of forwards – but yet, I promised myself to dwell in the here and now – not forward, not backwards, here – so today when I spoke with an old friend and later when a friend sent me a photo taken two years ago (with one of my favorite dresses lost…
The other night when we stopped into the Hi Ho Lounge and saw the Stooges Brass Band, the first thought that went through my head was I wish Tin could be here. Afterwards, I kept having that same thought: if Tin saw the Stooges up on stage he would have had an epiphany of what he wanted to do in life. But you know the truth is who knows? The other night when we had…
I think everyone heard yesterday but don’t know how many of you noticed that Republican senators are trying to ban the repeal of Don’t Ask Don’t Tell, which basically keeps our gay enlisted men and women in the closet. If you find this objectionable, then shout out to your representatives with this easy one step process.
I was speaking to someone today who told me that they are going to try to listen more to their heart in the New Year. Good idea. I’m trying for nonattachment – a high goal – but a worthy one. Everybody is becoming uber aware of the heightened stress that the daily news is giving all of us – students protesting in London over tuition raises, uncertainty over jobs spilling into every workplace, home equity…