A quick post to let you know I’m on page 62 of Jazzy and the Pirate!
This is big news.
I’ve been researching and researching and organizing research and organizing research some more.
Now I’m writing.
And I’m, like, a fifth of the way done!
Oh, and I’m trying to add a Like button to my posts. That...
I call our apartment in New Orleans our “grand baby apartment.” We never would’ve leased the apartment and begun spending half our time in the Crescent City but for the presence of our grandson in the city. Consequently, I knew I wanted a way to display photos of the boy. I also knew the boy would grow, and I would want to display...
I’ve been trying this new boro sewing, which is a form of reverse patching. Unlike normal patching, the patch is on the inside of the tear and the stitching on the outside. This exposure of the repair job really appeals to me. Here are my ripped jeans repaired when I decided the rips were getting out of hand.
My ripped jeans repaired the...
At the New Orleans Historic Voodoo Museum, I was taken with the universal
and departed musing over my photos
while wondering which were which
Our five days of babysitting duties completed, we restarted our day with “second breakfast.” It being Carnival season and all, we chose this as our sumptuous second breakfast treat.
King Cake from Cake Cafe–ours was apple and goat cheese, the cafe’s specialty
Then we hit the road to Bay St. Louis, a small town on the Mississippi...
I’m pleased to report that the essay Grief: The Best I Can Do will be published in Exterminating Angel Press: The Magazine. EAP is an amazing magazine whose ethic is spreading ideas, not exclusivity. So the “already published” nature of the essay is not an issue. In fact, the magazine encourages writers to get their work out...
Names of acquaintances not recently seen
My temper when someone I love is being bullied
Anything being transported between Memphis and New Orleans
How to spell “wierd” … um, “weird”
Me, driving anywhere
My glasses, which I rarely wear and when I do, I take them off and on, off and on—now where are they?
A race against Evangeline,...
One year at Christmas I took home a brain. On the drive up, we had stopped at a Cracker Barrel and amongst the clutter of all that Made in China crap, I found a brain kit. (This is a true story).
The brain kit fit my budget—less than five bucks—and the checkout line was short enough to justify the wait, so I forked over my money and bought the...