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…

The Way Home, #3

It’s hot.  I mean, really hot.  It’s so hot that when you step from the shade across that Great Divide into the spot where the sun hits the pavement, you just wanna shrivel up.  Except that you can’t shrivel up because the humidity plumps you back out again. It’s the kind of hot that makes…

2015, Adieu

Wow. I wrote a whopping eight blog posts this year.  There are myriad reasons for my ongoing silence.  The biggest one is that I spend every day in this high-intensity situation and by the time I get home I have no desire to look at another computer or exert the extra energy toward another obligation….

Katrina: The Big One-Oh

Saturday mornings are a quiet realm in my neighborhood. Well, early Saturday mornings are. I woke up at 6:30 a.m. today and couldn’t go back to sleep, so I’ve been porch-dwelling for an hour inside this cocoon of silence. Watched the sun rise from behind the Bald Cypruss tree that has, now, swallowed my front…

Mardi Gras Part 1: Delusional!

Well, hello there world! Greetings from the other side of Mardi Gras. I am laughing so hard right now at my first Mardi Gras post of the year, whereupon I shared my excitement and overwhelmedness about being busy preparing for my FIRST EVER PARADE. I’m not laughing because it was ridiculous or otherwise laughable. I’m…

Greetings From Gotham

So, our Mardi Gras season got even more full this past week than when I wrote about it last time.  This past week, we were prompted by friends to go to the 610 Stomper Superball, and we got a hookup on tickets, and so we went. And THEN, my house guests for the first weekend…

Whereupon It All BEGINS

Hail! The Twelve Days of Christmas have come and gone, and upon that Partridge’s last resounding squawk from the boughs of its Pear Tree, Twelfth Night emerged upon us and, at long LAST, that most glorious of seasons began, the season that inspires one to truly and fully realize what a delightfully weird and incredible…

Winter Blush

MAN, was it cold last Friday night. I’m talking go-outside-and-instantly-lose-feeling-in-your-hands cold. Bitter-damp-wind-swirling-off-the-river-soaking-into-your-bones-and-soul COLD! But when J and I walked into Generations Hall at 9:00 that night, I warmed right up, inside and out. It was that time of year again! Time to Blush with the Pussyfooters, at Blush Ball 2015. It’s funny – last year,…

Suddenly Saints!

I can’t believe it’s football season again. Already! Time flies in the land of the crazy and it’s funny how Football Season always feels…Right, and Normal. I think it’s the long hawt summer in between the last game and the first one.  So draining!  Now, the City is once again joined together in Who Dat unity,…