the notes a writer makes
I just found a note that said, “Stinky Tofu smells like a mistake.” No attribution.
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The perils of not reading the local newspaper
I quit getting the Times Picayune even though there were a few columns I enjoyed – Carolyn Hax, the obituaries, and the Lagniappe – but all in all I found papers stacking up and me with very little time to ever even read second day news. So last night when we arrived at friends house to break the fast, we were greeted with “if you don’t care what race you are adopting maybe you could…
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Is there a psychological explanation
In a world where everyone is trying to blame someone else for what isn’t working, I was reading about a woman who was molested as a child and then pursued a life of hypersexuality as an adult in order to recreate the cause but have a different effect – a relationship. And then a child raised by alcoholic parents who then partnered with alcoholic spouses to recreate a familiar situation which she might be able…
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A Monday by any other name is still a Monday
Tuesday started off with a roar and didn’t dissipate for one second until somewhere around 6PM I took a breath and let a collective one out. Today in the land of overwhelmed I wondered how people around me haven’t noticed a speeding up of the earth’s rotation and how outside for the first time it was cool and breezy as if fall was inserting itself into the Gulf South and while so much got done…
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Going back to the truth
I had my reflective meditative day undisturbed even by T who tiptoed around me so as not to break my trance. I re-read past writings I’ve done around this holiday and found one entry peculiarly disconcerting. It was way back in San Francisco, walking along the streets and running into a man name Santos, who pulled me to come have a coffee with him and I did. He told me to focus on other things…
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The Talmudic truth
Tonight is the eve of Yom Kippur and just as Eudora Welty said that Southerners live their narratives, well what could be more Talmudic than my mom in the hospital and me adopting a baby. The Talmud teaches about life, which comes and goes and always centers around common themes – love and happiness. As well as grace and duty. I begin my fast tonight with the sounds of a shofar from a congregation in…
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Proud to be an American, well, hmmm
I rode my bike out to the lakefront and instead of taking the beautiful path they recently completed along the bayou, I took Marconi Street because I love when you pop out over the levee and see the blue lake all of a sudden. Lake Ponchartrain is one of the largest, if not the largest salt water lake. I detoured back behind the mansions that have an alley way through the back and was happy…
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The waning light
As we near the end of September the gloaming is coming sooner and sooner – it’s only 7 pm and already we are racing out to get on the porch and catch the dying light.
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Memories of you
The nurse in charge today at St. Theresa’s used to work for mom at a nursing home when mom was director of nursing a long time ago. She told me and mom that she remembers her well and that everyone was dependent on mom because she always had everything under control. She told mom, “Can I tell Charlotte, you are in here?” and mom nodded yes. “She will be thrilled to know where you are,…