In July of 2007, standing in Swirl, a six-month-old black lab mutt ran like a bullet into Swirl and was scooped up and deposited in my arms by Beth. Me: “I don’t want a dog!” Fifteen minutes later, this black lab mutt was sitting in the back of my friend, Jer’s car, while we dined at Lola’s. I kept going out to the car to check on her and she just looked at me with…
I have a dream that Tuesday, January 20, 2009, America will elect the first black man to be our president. I have a dream that my black daughter will grow up in a world where racism rapidly is an anachronism. I have a dream that blacks have the same opportunities as whites in New Orleans, the South, the United States, the World. I have a dream that all God’s children will live in peace. We…
Prospect 1 is closing around the city and there were many events going on – one was a second line in front of the sculpture garden in City Park. We had a bunch of kids with us, who were seeing their first second line parade. Imagine raising a child here with our rich cultural traditions – how lucky.
A friend sent this and says this is for real, the email subject line says this is what happens when city folks move to the country. Whatever, it fits my word of the day just perfectly:
I was getting gardening stuff at the Feed Store and two big bags of alfalfa pellets which make awesome mulch for roses, and the check out girl said, “Your teeth are purdy.” I said thanks (thinking for a mere twenty grand you could have these teeth). She said, “I wish I had teeth like yours.” I said “Let me see your teeth.” And she smiled a little. “Those aren’t bad teeth.” She said, “Well if…
I was walking out of City Park this morning and passing General P G T Beauregard’s statue when I heard crunch, the sound of a car plowing into another car. I looked to my right and made eye contact with someone watching and then heard another crunch to the left, the sound of another car running smack into another car. The city is redoing the surface of Wisner and there are cones up everywhere and…
Yesterday, after completing my yoga practice and lying prone on the ballroom floor of NOAC with my pink, caught three years ago, Muses’ eye mask on, I listened to Love is My Religion playing on the stereo and drifted off into an unconscious world of joy. I was day dreaming about all that I don’t know yet and all that remains to be seen, heard, tasted, smelled. Here is my horoscope this morning: January 16,…
Several years ago I was in New York for a Women in Media Summit and the penultimate speaker was a motivational speaker who talked to the audience about finding opportunities. I was sitting in the second row and had her brochure in my hand as there was one on every seat. In the photo of her brochure she had blonde hair but at the podium she had chestnut colored hair. After she finished speaking, she…
I was speaking to a friend in the neighborhood who used to live in the Luling Mansion when it was apartments. Remember this is the big mansion I discovered on Leda Street for the first time (how could I not have seen this before?) just the other day. Luling Mansion Address: 1436–1438 Leda Street The massive three-story Italianate Luling Mansion was designed by architect James Gallier Jr., and built in 1865 for Florence A. Luling.…
I was walking Loca briskly through the park this morning, thinking about a few things like T’s past two afternoon walks with Loca where she encountered raging dog owners shouting profanity at their dog or our dog or what have you. Then I was thinking how City Park is considered the fifth largest park in the nation and guess what, one of the safest. About the time when all these thoughts were swarming through my…