HOME BY EDGAR ALBERT GUEST It takes a heap o’ livin’ in a house t’ make it home, A heap o’ sun an’ shadder, an’ ye sometimes have t’ roam Afore ye really ’preciate the things ye lef’ behind, An’ hunger fer ’em somehow, with ’em allus on yer mind. It don’t make any differunce how rich ye get t’ be, How much yer chairs an’ tables cost, how great yer luxury; It ain’t home…
The other day at Fortier Fest, I met this guy who lives in DC but who is from here and we connected over real estate and Tibetan flags. So yesterday, when it was the last day of Jazz Fest, and the most gorgeous day except for some chilly blusters of wind, I sat here thinking I would love to go to the Fest and Mr. DC pinged me and asked if I was going and…
I watched a funny video about what people say to Transracially Adopted families, and could have added a lot more quotes to the list. But no one knows the joy of welcoming another person into your life, particularly a baby who starts becoming their own person very shortly after you meet. Yesterday, Tin and I slopped our way through the thick of mud soup to get up close and personal with Frank Ocean and to…
Throwdown by Jena Strong give me the drag queens, dolled up and delicious the two moms bickering over the dishes the orphans, adopted, the chosen, the trannies the witches, the protestors, tattooed laughing grannies the boys wearing tutus and all the shirtless daughters of the revolution playing basketball on the broken courts of lost fathers the failures, the forgotten, the throwdown, the freak show the hurts and the heartbreaks, the hassles and headaches the beggar,…
The Dalai Lama is going to be here in two weeks and the city is going wild with prayer flags. I hung mine out by standing on the top of the cab of my truck to reach the tree branch. Yay Dalai Lama, yay prayer flags, yay New Orleans healing:
Everyone kept asking me for the plan, or wanted to make a plan, for my birthday, but I wanted to keep it loose. I plan enough of my life and birthdays should involve some spontaneity. So when a friend said she was going to UAL, I said, count me in, that’s where I’d like to start my day. So three of us caught the streetcar and headed to the Quarter. We met another friend who…
I woke this morning and was 54 years old – fifty four revolutions around the great big sun – and I woke with a smile on my face. Thanks to Facebook about a million people remembered my birthday – a far cry from when I was 24 years old or 34 years old or 44 years old and I would wait for my mom’s call, my grandmother’s birthday card with $5 to arrive, and my…
I read this passage from The Power of Now this morning, and have to say this Tolle guy is onto something: Wherever You Are, Be There Totally See if you can catch yourself complaining, in either speech or thought, about a situation you find yourself in, what other people do or say, your surroundings, your life situation, even the weather. To complain is always nonacceptance of what is. It invariably carries an unconscious negative charge.…
I neglected to mention that the first guy who hugged me last night was Washboard Chaz’s son. This happened right as my friend was enumerating all the things he loves about New Orleans, the first being that someone neither of us knew had just walked up to us and within two minutes said he was going home to smoke some weed. Gotta love New Orleans – even though we are deeply flawed, or possibly because…
So to cap off the perfect day of walking on sunshine even on a rainy day, I say this about that – I spent hours meeting with an old friend about work stuff and life stuff and good stuff and while sitting at the bar at Serendipity, a man came over and wanted to hug me several times and tell me I am beautiful. Okay, stop it already I said aloud but inside, I’m like,…