Late in the afternoon on Saturday I went over to Walgreens to get Tin another sketch book as he and Margarete have filled up two already. His crayons and drawing are his new favorite thing. A second hand store has opened nearby on Carrollton Avenue and so I went in – not because I need anything, but because I wanted to do some mindless shopping after having a yellow day with Tin. A while ago,…
I had to drive to Bogalusa this morning and deal with some of the finishing touches concerning my mother’s grave and so I decided to take Tin to the Butterfly and Hummingbird Festival at Mizell’s Farms. It’s fall here in New Orleans but it was 96 degrees at 9:30 am as we made our way to the northshore, crossing Lake Ponchartrain over the Causeway. The Causeway is becoming an icon of death for me as…
I ran into my guru in the park this morning, the mayor of the neighborhood, and we were talking about my mother’s grave, and angels, and dogs, and all of the symbols and portents we put on things in our lives. He was telling me about an object his wife had wanted that she didn’t get when her parents died and she had a hard time getting over the loss. A friend said, “Let that…
Friday nights have become for the most part, nights at home and last night, T suggested that after we fed Tin we’d walk over to Swirl and so we did. But of course, we arrived much later than we though since it takes a long time when you wake up late from a nap, and when dinner is suddenly not enough and you want three servings of mashed potatoes, one half a sweet potato, one…
When Tin came into our lives, we knew that he would enter a wide web of loving friends and family, but there was serious consideration as to what would happen to him if something happen to both of us. In comes Tante Marline, we both agreed that she would be able to pick up where we left off so she became family (well more so than before). It’s interesting how when people meet Tin, their…
A few months ago I parked at Rouse’s like I always do, on the street beside the grocery store. I parked in the same direction as everyone else parks that is butt facing Carrolton. Well I came out and had a ticket for parking the wrong direction. Since every day everyone parks that way, it just vexed me. So when I sent in my $20, I wrote on a Post-it note: That was low down.…
The theme at the new yoga studio on Canal Street is getting in touch with your source. They had a visitor offering classes over the past week, Lama Christie McNally. She was offering a class called Two as One and I went hoping to get closer to my relationship with my self and with others. It turns out the class was about moving through yoga practice with a partner. I, unfortunately, did not go with…
A friend was visiting this weekend and in a conversation he said, “A mom would think her kid’s the best even if he went out and shot somebody.” Well, that’s stretching it, but one thing that is for certain, ain’t no love like mama love. I was speaking to a friend today who recently lost her mother and since we both have just gone through this we were talking about how it sort of wakes…
We had a doctor’s appointment this morning and Tin did fabulous considering he had to get two shots. Since I opted for a flu shot too, I went first to show him what a big girl I can be. But one of his shots was a doozy, so after that he decided he knew no words to tell his pediatrician. Except when he did calm down, he looked outside and saw the big sign for…
L’Shana Tova everyone – tonight begins Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish New Year. Growing up in an orthodox family, my high holidays were spent going to the synagogue with my parents, sitting underneath the widespread wings of my father’s tallit, and listening to his beautiful voice chant the readings with that wonderful Sephardic inflection. We had rhythm. I often yearn around this time, when the sun’s rays turn to a slant and the days grow shorter…