Eight Years Later: My Away-from-Katrina Story

Today I got up and rode the streetcar to work, did my job, had a po-boy for lunch, continued to do my job, rode the streetcar home, and am now writing this while drinking out of a Juan’s Flying Burrito go-cup and the Saints kick off in about 15 minutes. Business as usual.  But not…

DIRT!!!

I am happy to announce that Herbology is alive and well in New Orleans. This past Sunday, I found myself elbow-deep in dirt, with smudges of loamy soil embracing my face and smells of several different forms of greenery wafting up my nose.  I found my Pure Joy, and was insanely glad to be in a…