<a href="http://erinmargolin.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://www.erinmargolin.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/Erin-Margolin-badge-2.jpg" width="200" height="200" /></a>
I’m Co-Directing LISTEN TO YOUR MOTHER : KANSAS CITY! But tickets here!
I’ve Been Published! Buy a copy of Precipice!
I’ve Been Syndicated!
anxiety baby baby twins being a mom being green Blissdom blogging BlogHer childhood depression family gay gay dad gay dad project girls giveaway guest post high school humor infertility izzy Jana's Thinking Place Jana Anthoine Judaism Kansas City kids memoir mom motherhood New Orleans Piper poetry recipe red bean roots Shelly Kramer SOC SUnday stream of consciousness The Red Dress Club twins vlog wedding write on edge writer writing
Tag Archives: New Orleans
Today I have the honor of guest posting at Renee Schuls-Jacobson’s blog. You can follow Renee on Twitter here: @RASJacobson. You can find her on Facebook here. Remember when she posted on my … Continue reading
This post was previously published on my blog almost a year ago. But because today is ironically the 7th anniversary of Hurricane Katrina, and because of Hurricane Isaac, I wanted to share this again. And I’m praying for no flooding. … Continue reading
The mother to a middle school-aged son, Renée A. Schuls-Jacobson scribbles ideas for essays on napkins and scraps of paper and then loses them. A long-time teacher with an irrational love for office supplies, she … Continue reading
St. Patrick’s Day weekend, 1992. I was 16. We lived on the parade route so tons of people were at our house. Sandwiches, chips, green petits fours, doberge from Gambino’s Bakery, and ice chests full of beer and soft drinks were crammed into our kitchen. People were … Continue reading
Looking for my Storkie giveaway? CLICK HERE! I found this writing excercise via Galit Breen’s blog, These Little Waves, and she got it from Mama Kat. It’s been on my mind for awhile, but I’ve been distracted. Now it’s time. … Continue reading
After ordering a Cosmo, Sarah chose a corner booth in a small bar on the fringes of the French Quarter. It was dark, not too crowded. Perfect. Perched on a torn seat, she finished her cocktail in several swift gulps, but still it took four tries to get her cigarette glowing. 20 years. As she dragged deeply she scanned the … Continue reading
Thousands of people, including my family, evacuated before Hurricane Katrina bombed the Gulf Coast. I’m quite sure no one wanted to meet her face-to-face. She bustled by, so businesslike, whipping winds out of her briefcase and trampling everything in her path. Weeks later, … Continue reading
Last Thursday morning, the girls and I headed to the Kansas City airport for their first Mardi Gras trip. By the time we got to the Broadway Bridge, snow was coming down; big, fat flakes flew at my windshield. I noticed a figure perched on the side of the road … Continue reading
It’s dark and late, so late I don’t even hear the Clydesdales clopping anymore. Ambling down Bourbon Street barefoot, I admire my OPI Red pedicure, although surely it will soon be coated with dirt. Blissfully drunk, my shoulders bump into my friends beside me. I laugh, so … Continue reading