I was speaking to a dear friend last night about a friend of ours who has relationship woes – the distillation of that conversation is that timing is everything. When good things come to you but you’re not ready, you’re not ready. I am headed to Franklinton today to handle some matters for my mother’s grave – this required money I didn’t have – out of the blue I get a call that my mom…
But do you want them to? One day I made a big pot of crawfish etouffe because I was in the mood for some and acquaintances knocked on the door and pretty soon the whole batch was gone. Then one day I made Grandma V’s applesauce cake (an ex-grandma) and it was delicious but I never got a real piece for myself before it was gone. Last year, I spent an entire morning making pancakes…
Yesterday, we left Chickie Wah Wah after John Mooney’s first set and headed to the Love Lost Lounge in the Bywater to see what was up – at the corner of Elysian Fields and St. Claude a woman with pasty white skin rode her unusually tall bicycle down the street, her large orange flower trailing behind her ink black hair as she pedaled passed – the Bywater was quiet otherwise and what was up was…
I was chatting with a neighbor and friend who made the comment that one thing to come from Katrina is it appears people recognize it’s poverty separating white from black in this city, more than skin color. Once everyone understands that united we stand, divided we fall, then we can figure out who needs help and who can help.
I remember ten years into my third marriage I wrote up a schedule of the highlights of ten years together and what I noticed is that for two people who claimed to love travel, we had not been traveling nearly enough. The reason is that we both travelled so much for work, it was hard to sit and plan travel for leisure. Here ten years later, because that was the year 2000, I find that…
I was strolling with the dogs early this morning getting ready for an early work call when I saw the boys from Holy Cross running around the bayou. Back to school – the Cabrini girls are all rooting for parking spaces, the Holy Cross boys are running the bayou, and still my favorite are the nuns going to and fro in their black habits. Summer is coming to an end and while I’m welcoming the…
A neighbor and musician told us that John Mooney was doing a solo show on Tuesdays at Chickie Wah Wah, so we did some babysitter planning and decided to go see him last night. We got there and learned the chef hadn’t showed up so we went down the street to Cafe Minh to pick up some food to go. While we were at Minh, I noticed on the bar a box that said SAVE…
When I was a little girl I had fair skin and my mother kept me out of the sun. We didn’t have sunscreen then, we had mothers. We have been slathering baby sunscreen on Tin only to learn that most sunscreens have so many chemicals that are bad for children – even the ones that says Baby Sunscreen. So we’re going to rethink our efforts here and go back to hat and long sleeves and…
The U.S. is going back to the Clinton era in opening Cuba back up for cultural exchanges. During the dark ages, or the Bush administration, Cuba’s iron curtain was once more closed – going back to the Clinton era doesn’t represent progress, just rejiggering to ground zero. It’s another head scratcher how we supposed this embargo on Cuba has helped that country or us progress any further than where we were nine years ago. All…
The sky darkened The clouds began to dump sheets of rain The bayou filled The plants got drenched It’s August in New Orleans – hot and wet.