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…

Portrait of a Sunday (and a Monday Morning)

The rain was blowing sideways off the Mississippi River when we got in line to get into Cafe du Monde. I turned my red umbrella sideways to block it, and waited patiently with a dry head and a drenched grey skirt. The trick to sitting at a table in Cafe du Monde, you see, is…

Commander’s Palace

Evening before last, my husband picked up his phone and called Commander’s Palace to make a reservation for three to Saturday’s Jazz Brunch.  Yes, 11:00 a.m. would be perfect, thank you.  After they’d taken his name and signed the deal, he hung up with a somewhat shocked and slightly smug little look on his face. …

Playing Tourist

When you move to a city that you used to be your go-to Happy Vacation Place, occasionally playing tourist is an important thing to do. Think about it – once upon a time, you had this one place you were completely in love with, and would escape the day-to-day drudgery of your real life by…

Death in the Afternoon

A cocktail named after a non-fiction novel about Spanish bullfighting, Death in the Afternoon is also known as Hemingway Champagne.  This beverage was Ernest Hemingway’s go-to, so attributed to him that he even contributed it once to a book featuring celebrity cocktails…in 1935. How does one go from bullfighting to booze, when naming one’s own…

Cast of Characters

Rolling Gospel She’s flashy in sequins and gold spandex, and fluffy in tutus.  You can’t miss her when she rolls by you down the street.  Her bicycle has a canopy with bible verses painted around the trim, and Mardi Gras beads swish and sway to her pedaling rhythm.  Never seen with a dour face, she cycles with her own groove,…