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my last night as a 36 year-old : i took a walk in the dark with the dog. crickets, cicadas sang their nightly song; i stopped under a streetlight, staring at my shadow. am i really that big, i asked … Continue reading
So let’s just say this month will be busy. In a really good way. I’d love to see you in New Orleans, LA, Hattiesburg, MS, and/or San Francisco! Read: I am traveling three weekends in a row, all in the … Continue reading
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