I thought I’d be shot. Dean Andy Andrews announced that, following the Wednesday morning service, he would be walking the neighborhood around St. Mary’s Episcopal Cathedral. He invited us to join him. I attended the Wednesday service, but I believed if I walked in the neighborhood I’d be shot.
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For the first fifteen minutes, I had to hold back tears. No way I could stand in the gym where once I loved to balance on my forearms while lifting my legs to a ninety-degree angle or stretch out for an inverted sit up or smoothly move the hip abductor machine and not realize the dramatic decline in my health. Thanks to my crappy hips, for two...
My husband and I have brought our Day Tripping act to Memphis. We’ve walked the Green Line where an old railroad track once traversed the city. Bikers tore up and down the asphalt, calling, “To your left!” while Tom and I plodded along. We were the only walkers, though one lone rollerblader silently glided past.
Today, we walked...
A friend of mine inspired me to quit checking my phone while driving. By “driving” I mean looking at my phone at any point between turning the key in the ignition and turning off the engine. Before, I never texted while driving or checked emails or anything else. I did it at stoplights. I wasn’t driving, right? But a few times...
I swore, when I realized I was destined to replace both my God-given hips with two metal cyborg stand-ins, to make the absolute most of my upgrade. I decided (after consulting with my husband) to become an intentional walker.
What this means is walking not as exercise, but walking to a destination, with hints of pilgrimaging and contemplative...
Re-reading my recent blogs, I see where I mentioned wanting to buy the hat I’d seen in the grocery store. I did.
My latest grocery store hat, which means bought at, not necessarily to be worn to, the grocery store
Do you know the French Quarter?
St. Louis Cathedral in Jackson Square
Do you know it more than Mardis Gras Day?
Do you know it as a literary place?
Faulkner House Books
Pirate’s Alley where William Faulkner lived and wrote
The city of Tennessee Williams and John Kennedy O’Toole
I want you to see Jean Lafitte National Historical Park and Preserve in Barataria Basin where we went researching for the novel revision.
my husband in the shadows
That’s a little alligator
Cypress knees, which act as buttresses
Thank you to Luanne Castle at Writersite for featuring Writing Our Way Home: A Group Journey Out of Homelessness on her blog. Check it out, and while you’re there, take a look around. She’!
We leave New Orleans in a week. We’ve spent a lot of time here this year as I’ve gone through two (yikes!) hip replacements. To say our time hasn’t been optimized for fun is an understatement. But last week I was released from outpatient therapy, and it was as if the PT had yelled, “Ready, set, go!” We’ve taken...