Had a story accepted by Bayou Magazine. So excited! I'll share more as the publication date approaches.
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I ran into a neighbor today on my walk to my work space. Her pit bull Pickles is a sweetheart and as I gave skritches, my neighbor exclaimed, You look great! Did you lose a lot of weight?
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I haven't, recently, but this has been my life forever.
In memories, I'm big. In person, I'm small.
This is probably the longest I've gone without a blog update. It's been a tough time. I'm here, for what it's worth. Trying to get back to me.
There's a recall effort underway for the Louisiana governor. https://www.fox8live.com/video/2026/05/11/supporters-gather-government-plaza-recall-petition-targets-gov-jeff-landry/
The bar seems high -- 800, 000 signatures? -- but enthusiasm is running high also, so -- who knows?
A dear friend, born and raised in New Orleans, remembers Jim Crow well. It wasn't that long ago. She remembers being put off the city bus to accommodate white passengers, the long walk from Canal Street in her best dress and gloves, all the way back Uptown.
Her first communion, when she, a thirsty six-year-old, drank from the Whites Only fountain because it had cold water. She watched her grandmother thrown to the ground and handcuffed for allowing it. Neither spoke of it for decades, trauma compounded upon trauma.
Three of the New Orleans Four are still alive! They ride in parades; Leona Tate started the TEP Center as a way to remember and continue the work.
We cannot, we will not, go back.
Anytime I’m at a loss for what to listen to, the “Insecure” soundtracks bring me joy. I’ve been trying to get into the Coachella 2026 artists but issnotworking. At all. For me.
There’s a national pirate gathering in New Orleans this weekend. I ran into a couple dressed in pirate finery early Thursday morning. Ahoy! I called cheerfully, and they looked confusedly back at me, eventually muttering, Ahoy. The pirates roaming the quarter yesterday were exponentially friendlier (and probably drunker), and as I was walking along Royal Street I overheard one interacting with a street band playing Radiohead’s “Creep.” A fine and funny way to pass a gloriously cool Friday evening.
Walking home Easter night, it had rained most of the day and yet three parades rolled, the Pigeon Steppers second lined and people in fancy hats and sherbet-colored pants roamed the streets. I heard at least three different bands playing in the cool mist including a DJ absorbed in an electronic soundtrack.
It was a vibe.
