A friend posted about the meaning and value of things and people, and I began to think about all of it because of what she wrote. Mainly, because in an email exchange with my brother, he was pondering why I gave Sty the significance of grieving him as a loss. And coincidentally, I was thinking of New Orleans as we are in the 10th anniversary of the 2005 Federal Flood. The meaning of New Orleans…
This morning when I went to wake up Tin by kissing him, he said, “Stop it, I already got my kisses from my girlfriend.” His girlfriend calls him Rainbow Dash and is the reason why he started watching My Little Pony. I thought Rainbow Dash was a boy, but turns out he’s a girl. What do I know? Today, Tin brought Rainbow Dash to me while I read him a story [a friend sent me…
I was emailing with a friend from San Francisco who I haven’t spoken with in a while. In describing our lives, she made the comment, “Isn’t life funny, when you say you can’t handle something, sure enough that is what life gives you.” To prove you wrong. We were speaking about being a single parent, but this goes for just about everything. Yesterday, I was speaking to someone about my finances and the person said,…
I went to a poetry reading the other night in the Quarter, in Crescent City Bookstore, an old musty store, with floor to ceiling windows and a rickety wooden stairway and floor to ceiling shelves of books – my kind of place. I wish I could say that all that intelligentsia made Sty seem obsolete but honestly I missed his birdbrain after we were done. But there was a take away – as there always…
Last night, I was reminded once again of why I stay in this city. It was the beginning of Mardi Gras for real with Krewe de Vieux rolling in the Marigny and Quarter, but here we were at the Spirit House, entertaining a friend I met on Facebook. There were micro greens on the table from my friend’s farm in the Treme, there was kale from my garden, and there was a bottle of wine…
Stella turns one year old today and just to make sure I don’t love her too much she ran out in the street crowded with the traffic of parents dropping off kids at the school next door. She peed on the dining room floor – something she hasn’t done in a while. And she wouldn’t come when I called her – several times today. BAD DOG. Actually, they say there are no bad dogs, just…
When a woman is in the midst of a Love TKO, she forgets how well she has been loved in life. The love she has had in her life has shaped her heart and is the REALity of who she has become – a woman with the capacity for profound love. This never leaves you, even when love seems to be passing you by – it is not really – because love is you and…
My friend, who is a Yoruba priestess, called from California to tell me this one important fact: The universe will close a door that you don’t have the power to close yourself. When this happens, be grateful. For these doors that have closed, I am grateful for: Discovering a lover was cheating because it allowed me to walk away. An email from an ex that proved for the last time that he is truly an…
My friend text me last night and said: “Woman, I’m going to kill you.” What did I do? “You knew that man was trouble from day one, so why are you surprised that he lies and cheats?” The willing suspension of disbelief. “Girl. Uh uh. You know you’re strong, yeah.” Here is a photo of me being strong by Gus Bennett – this is my Tai Chi bow – a fist for strength covered by…
From Rodger Kamenetz’s Stalking Elijah: “People think of violent crime as physical violence,” he said. “But I perpetrated emotional violence because as a con man I got people’s trust and abused it. In some cases that prevented people from trusting others again.” #thereitis