Halfway to Mardi Gras

When I last left my fearless reader, I was suddenly approached with a Decision. To go to a parade, or to (gasp!) miss a parade?  What a cliffhanger. J and I mulled it over for about 20 minutes (maybe half an hour) before making our final decision. We had already programmed ourselves into the mindset…

Memory Lane

It’s a hot, lazy, don’t-ever-leave-the-house sort of summer day down here, today. Tomorrow is supposed to be worse. I think the ubiquitous They even have a Heat Warning out for these Stifling Southern Climes. That being said, I’ve whiled away the afternoon today on my steamy porch, sipping pink wine, listening to Squirrel Nut Zippers (because…

The Fine China

My lips have not graced the smooth cool rim of an actual glass while drinking a beverage in a very long time.  Since Mardi Gras, in fact. Well, save for the occasional cup of hot tea, or coffee, which is a fairly rare occurrence between late May and sometime in mid-October. See, not only was…

The Way Home, #2

My brain is totally full right now.  Last Sunday morning I awoke and, sitting out on the porch listening to the birds do their morning things, two ideas for books came to me suddenly, in a massive spontaneous BAM of Muse visit and my brain has been totally full ever since.  I’d been waiting for…

Poolside Pussyfootin’

My streetcar trundles down Carondelet and past Indulge Island Grill every morning on the way to work. Indulge had always looked fairly innocuous and not like very much at all – it mainly continued to catch my eye because of the pirate sign hanging over the door. I had no idea they had a courtyard…

Dorothy’s Feet Were Killing Her

I have been obsessed with the Merry Old Land of Oz since I was a kid. Not too uncommon across generations, really. But my drive to want to BE there, in that childlike world-of-pretend sort of way, that way where you make every recess game another world, where you live it in your thoughts and…

Random Fruit

When you encounter a certain thing once, it is considered a novelty. When you come across a similarity later, in a different place, it becomes a running trend and you start to wonder if there is something going on…some under-culture or something that you just don’t know about. In all my years of beating the…

Ghost Tag

My husband was poked in the butt by a ghost-child the other night. This was on Thursday, and we were at the Bourbon Orleans Hotel for an event: “A Taste ‘n Toast to Our Armed Services.” I found myself in possession of tickets to this Navy League soiree a couple days earlier. One of my…

Old Bull Lee’s House

 “We bounced the car up on the Algiers Ferry and found ourselves crossing the Mississippi River by boat. ‘Now we must all get out and dig the river and the people and smell the world,’ said Dean…” (On the Road, Part 2, Chapter 6) I’ve always lived where Jack Kerouac has been. I didn’t plan…