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Tag Archives: New Orleans
I’m All Up in Renee Schuls-Jacobson’s Grill Today.
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
Posted in Musings
Tagged ghosts, guest post, Lessons From Teachers and Twits, mother, New Orleans, Renee Schuls-Jacobson, teacher, writer
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New Orleans Love.
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
Posted in Favorite Posts
Tagged flood, George Ella Lyon, Hurricane Katrina, katrina, New Orleans, where i'm from
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Surrounded By Their Sex
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
Posted in My Non-Fiction
Tagged book, David, gay dad, Kory, meeting Kory, memoir, New Orleans, parade, remember red, St. Patrick's Day, write on edge
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Where I’m From–New Orleans
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
Posted in Favorite Posts, My Poetry
Tagged aiming low, anxiety, bipolar disorder, childhood, Galit Breen, gay dad, George Ella Lyon, mama kat, New Orleans, poboys, poetry, red bean, writing prompt
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BlogHer Likes Me!
Please stop by to see my very first syndicated post on BlogHer! CLICK HERE! If you aren’t familiar with the site, shame on you: Reaching more than 20 million unique women each month* BlogHer is the leading participatory news, entertainment and information … Continue reading
Water, Water Everywhere
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
Posted in My Non-Fiction
Tagged flood, Gulf Coast, Hurricane Katrina, New Orleans, The Red Dress Club, water
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Karma, Kindness & the Jump Seat
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
Posted in Home + Family
Tagged continental airlines, homelessness, jump seat, Kansas City, karma, kindness, Mardi Gras, New Orleans
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Bourbon Street Barefoot
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
Posted in My Non-Fiction, My Poetry
Tagged Bourbon Street, Clydesdales, French Quarter, hurricanes, New Orleans, Pat O' Brien's, wedding
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