Saying Hello

Some of y’all are new here, so this post is simply saying hello. And what to expect. Which is only predictable based on reviewing past blog posts, because I have no plan or structure, never rhyme, but hopefully reason. I post what’s on my mind or in my heart. Often, that includes thoughts generated by my Sunday morning in church....

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Life’s Coming at Us Fast

So I’ll be quick: Our beloved pup Evangeline went under the knife today. With her crooked smile With no warning, her right hind hip popped from the socket. (Both Tom and I had to apologize for this trait that seems to run in the family.) The Queen We take her EVERYWHERE With Big Chief Bo Dollis The emergency vet tried...

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A Photo of Joy

One year ago May 29th, Mother passed into The Next Big Thing. Last week, the daughter of one of her closest life-long friends sent us a photo. The photo is from the Millsaps College yearbook. I’ve seen it before. We three girls spent hours (and hours and hours) as kids going through Mother’s college and high school annuals. Virginia...

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For Those Who Mother

An Unexpected Dilemma The flower bins at Claiborne Hills, usually so skimpy in their offerings, were fat with flowers, and I realized the bounty was for tomorrow’s Mother’s Day. I studied the roses and whatever flower it is they falsely color pink so that it looks like when we children stood white spirea in a glass of water with...

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Bottling Happiness

“This, if I could just stop this for a minute and bottle this right here,” my daughter-in-law said Saturday night. We were at the table on the screen porch at the beach house eating Ryan’s boiled shrimp and Tom’s waygu steak. I had cut flowers from the yard to decorate the table, and we were all full of meat and peas and...

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Beignets, Names, and Future Wins

Today, we took our grandsons to the cafe au lait and beignets place. Inside the place, I mean. Except for one, two times, I haven’t been inside a restaurant for 12 months. We ordered three plates of beignets and one croissant because it was an after-school snack, and the beignets might not have been sufficient, thus the croissant....

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Ha, ha! My Own Purple Martin House!

Generations ago, the Morris family became hosts for Purple Martins. When the ladies and gents of the Purple Martin family would travel through Jackson, Mississippi, on their way from South America to the eastern United States, they always stopped over at the Morris Ice Company. Grandaddy Morris made sure of that. He put up houses for the travelers....

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Yay!!!

The temperature dropped to 26 degrees. In New Orleans. But our pipes didn’t burst. The sun came out. Yes, it took its own sweet time, but by 2:00, the sky was blue. The kids came over. They, as a group, were dangerous insects. (Think thorn bug and dung beetle plus two more). I, as David Bowie’s Major Tom, handed out Space...

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Mardi Gras Waiting

We sit in the dark the night before Mardi Gras Day. If you’re not from New Orleans, it’s hard to understand what the season means to the city. This 2021 pandemic Mardi Gras has been both muted and astounding. House floats have taken the place of crowd-packed parades and rolling monsters of creativity. The houses are magical. “Yardi...

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I Love You

I see you looking at my mask with disdain. You think I’m a coward, afraid of getting a virus that is no worse than the flu. One that probably doesn’t even exist, anyway. And if it does, masks sure don’t work. I’m just being a sucker.  I envy you the freedom to believe that way. I’m jealous of your luxury of theory because you’ve known no...

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