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Happy Birthday Mom!
Today is my mother’s 79th birthday. Or it would have been had she not passed right before her 74th birthday. My usual celebration is to get dolled up in all her jewelry and finery and go out somewhere nice for dinner – only right now I can’t afford it because of a beach trip I’m taking in a couple of days – so I’m going to just channel her all day and try to find…
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New Orleans People Project
Gus Bennett photographed Tin and me for the NOPP and that day, I made two friends – New Orleans style – and now people are multiplying by the dozens – so far more than 400 people have seen the photo posted on Facebook and many have commented. It’s amazing to me how yesterday I knew hardly any of these people and suddenly our lives are intersecting right here in this small section of the world.
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A message for the season
You matter Always You are not just significant but magnificent You are the embodiment of Love Especially when it doesn’t feel that way You belong Always You are not just embraceable but irreplaceable You are indispensable Especially when it doesn’t feel that way In you, I find myself Through you, I know myself With you, I am whole Always Especially when it doesn’t feel that way by Raphael Cushnir
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May your force be with you
My friends were over last night and left me with an Argentinian saying – algún culo va a sangrar. Translation: someone will get fucked in the ass. Yes, you may say, tasteless. My friend recoiled even mentioning the saying – she said it always repulses her, but you have to admit, it is one of those sayings that pretty much needs no interpretation. We were speaking about college suicides, university sex scandals, taking a lover…
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Bayou Bard 2014
Santa’s Little Helpers ‘Twas the night before Christmas in Bayou St. John Where no creatures were stirring, on-shore or beyond. As they nestled together all snug in their beds Bungled passes and missed tackles danced in folks’ heads And if anything hung from the chimneys with care It was hope, clinging onto a wing and a prayer. With a final Hail, Mary and sad Good Night, Moon The ex-senator crashed as the whole city crooned…
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Like that
Tin has a book called The People Could Fly, which are American Black folktales. In one of the stories, a lion keeps jangling everyone’s nerves because he keeps beating his chest exclaiming, “Me and Myself, Me and Myself” until one day Bruh Bear and Bruh Rabbit get him to meet Man whose gun teaches He Lion a lesson in humility. The cadence of these stories reminds me of the first time I read a Toni…
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Viva La Revolución!
I was born a child of the revolution. Conceived in Havana to my Sephardic father and my Louisiana mother, I was briskly flown to Miami to be born because Fidel Castro had marched into Havana in March 1959, two months before my due date. For 55 years, I’ve lived in a country that has refused to recognize the suffering of the Cuban people and instead upheld an embargo to make sure they suffered even more…