FQ Friday: Witches!

It goes without saying that I’m witchy every day.  But man, days like today?  I’m ALL THE WITCH Y’ALL. Today is Friday the 13th.  Auspicious and lucky for me, always, but even better this go ’round because we also get a full harvest moon to go with it.  Like a huge magical glowing cherry on…

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. …

Passing By

I’ve really missed the simple act of wandering around and Seeing Stuff.  I’ve been in a Seeing Stuff drought ever since a.) J and I started carpooling downtown together for work and b.) We moved to Gentilly, removing even the luxury of just taking a streetcar home if I decided I felt like it.  Both…

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…

Watch Your Step!

New Orleans can be a pretty dangerous place sometimes.  I mean, we flood out during rainstorms and sometimes you gotta watch your back when you’re out and around.  And one afternoon maybe a building will suddenly fall apart and collapse when you’re walking past it.  But in addition to all our glorious lunacy, you also…

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…