The crazy-ass Bostonian Irish bouncer outside the bar on Chartres St. was hollering at passing tourists when we approached. I guess “hawking” would be the actual term for it, really, but his base nature and style made it more like hollering. Invitational hollering, to be exact. “Come hear live music! See the Green Fairy! Come…
Category: Moments
X Marks the Anniversary
If you drive or walk or trip or amble around New Orleans long enough, you start to notice something. A common something, a something that lies consistent among all neighborhoods and in all parts of town. That something is the Katrina X. The Katrina X is everywhere. Those urban search and rescue markings…are everywhere. Still. …
FQ Friday: Stealing Back the Streets
Sometimes, in the French Quarter, the ghosts and the vampires and the voodoo queens and the many pasts and histories of this city will rise up and swirl and eddy around you like a small spiritual tropical storm…and that magical intensity can knock the air out of you and will absolutely solidify the fact that…
Nose Memories: Earl Grey Tea
Nose Memories are powerful. I’m talking about that thing where you smell something and it instantly transports you back to a certain time, or place, or reminds you of someone specific. Now, I could launch into some sort of scientific diatribe about Olfactory Memory and the psychology attached to it and the studies that have…
A Month and a Day
One month and one day ago, on June 5, 2017, my mom passed away. It’s weird, but in hindsight, leading up to her departure, I think I knew it was coming. The last time I saw her was on Mother’s Day. We had a fun time, but she would get a little snarly when we…
Wizarding at 40
Oh my gods, y’all…I turned 40 today! FORTY!!! When I turned 30, a decade ago (holy crap), my friends got me a Harry Potter cake. Apparently, the salesperson at the grocery store looked at them askance when they told them how old I was. They probably thought they were decorating a cake for an 11…
A Day at the Aquarium (Or, Spirit Critters, Galore!)
Last weekend, I got to pining something fierce for the beach. Waves in my face, sand in my butt, the whole thing. So J and I talked briefly about driving a short way to the Gulf Coast for a day and I got all excited…but then the next morning I decided to postpone that idea…
Their Parting Gifts
David Bowie got me through Mardi Gras. He did this, inadvertently, by up and passing away in early January this year. I found out on a Monday morning after the day it happened, groggy on the porch, waking up to a new day and a new week. I read it on Facebook. It devastated me….
Follow Your Crazy 