It was spring of 2012. The thick aroma of crawfish bread, gumbo, and po-boys cut through an even thicker shroud of South Louisiana humidity. Anticipation dangled in the air as the girls and I waited for Tom Petty to arrive on the Jazz Fest ... Read More about Learning To Fly . . .
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Mark it with a “B”
My guess is that most of you do not know what you were doing twenty years ago today at precisely 4:58 a.m. Just as quickly, as I typed that last sentence, it dawned on me that a lot of you were probably sleeping. The anti-climactic intro aside – I ... Read More about Mark it with a “B”
Through All of It
Life is full of it. Everyone we meet has it. More realistically, they have piles of it. What is it? Everyone’s it is different. Some its are temporary – A season of unemployment that stretches beyond the reach of the ... Read More about Through All of It
Grief School: Lesson #2 – It’s a Thing
It was just a fourteen-year-old Jeep. Yet, when it sold last week, you would have thought I was selling a kidney for the emotion that was stirred up. Miles of wandering like a nomad when Hurricane Katrina left us homeless. Miles of traveling ... Read More about Grief School: Lesson #2 – It’s a Thing
Connecting the Dots . . .
As a kid (and even beyond), I was am a sucker for puzzles. Crosswords. Word jumbles. Word searches. Sudoku. I couldn’t even resist the humble “Connect the Dots.” Seriously, what is more satisfying that to watch a scene unfold from a smattering ... Read More about Connecting the Dots . . .
Motherhood is a Dirty Business
Except for the first Mother’s Day after each girl was born, I’ve tended to write Mother’s Day off as “greeting card holiday.” You could blame it on my cold heart and staunch distaste for anything sentimental, but that wouldn’t be a fair assessment ... Read More about Motherhood is a Dirty Business