If you have stumbled upon this site asking yourself that question, then go somewhere else. Today, with my almost six year old in the backseat, a discussion began innocently enough. How old are you Mommy? I’ll be 56 this year, and you will be six. You can always remember how old I am by adding 50 to how old you are. So when I’m 7 I’ll be 57 And when I’m 8 I’ll be 58…
I’ve been wondering lately why I can’t shake negative thoughts that infiltrate my otherwise sunny disposition. Last night, I dreamed that a friend had gone to protest the vandalizing of a Jewish cemetery. Several Jews had laid down beside the graves to keep haters from destroying the headstones. Instead, the haters opened fire and killed all of the Jews lying there in sleeping bags. I was watching in horror with the same question that has…
I was speaking to a friend who is a cultural anthropologist and she was talking about universal truths across cultures. For instance, the fear of snakes seems to be universal. The desire to love and be loved is also universal. I left visiting her to see another friend who recently made a move with her family to better their situation but right now that means living without water and gas until it can all get…
In just this past week, I’ve had three couples I know announce they are splitting up and the culprit – infidelity. One couple was together 18 years, one 10 years, and one four years. This makes my three months with Sty seem superficial and trite before I found out he was stepping out. I have a very good friend who is polyamorous and who believes that human beings cannot be monogamous. But I beg to…
Today is Fat Tuesday and today is cold and today we are not going to parade or costume or be out in the streets wearing blankets wrapped around us like we are watching on the Mardi Gras cam on WDSU. That’s all the news from Cleveland Street. But know this: we passed a good time Mardi Gras 2015.
I posted on Craig’s List’s Missed Connections and have had some interesting responses – none of which connected with me, but I see how this turns into a call for any response for W4M. Today one of them, a self described “bad boy,” sent me a Valentine’s card – how sweet and romantic to do this on actual Valentine’s Day – too bad he can’t spell. However, I will take this as the second card…
Stella and I went on an extra long walk this morning, down the neutral ground where Endymion stirrings have already begun (portapotty delivery), along the bayou where seagulls spread like a white blanket across the green grass, and into City Park where the birds were still tucked in from a coldish night. Because she’s a puppy, and still learning how to be on a leash and not dart out after seagulls and dogs and humans…
I’ve downsized Mardi Gras and it still feels outsized. I missed Krewe du Vieux because out of town guests were in and didn’t find it appropriate for the children. We kicked off Carnival with Tit Rex and skipped Chewbaccus to get home for bedtime. Tit Rex Booty I’m missing the Zulu ball yet again, but going to the Mayor’s Ball. Muses is a must and school’s out the next day. Endymion is coming to us…
“Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take. Life is measured by the moments that take our breath away.” — Hilary Cooper Indeed. Yesterday, at Whole Foods in Metairie, I was picking up a few items while Tin was in Sunday school. At the check out line, a man came up behind me and picked up a Valentine’s card that was on the floor and handed it to me. It said, “We…
I just got a call and the woman said, “Is this Divine Inspiration?” I said, “Sorry?” “Is this Divine Inspiration?” No, I said, this is Rachel. I should have said, Yes! Yesterday, Tin put a sticker on my index card box – it was a Lego version of Wonder Woman with her Lasso of Truth. He said that she was for me. Indeed, I said, she is my hero and that Lasso of Truth is…