Odd comforts

After being hit hard with coronavirus, New Orleans is slowly reopening. I am not. I’m still in hunker-down mode, which includes comforting my family and myself through a myriad of feelings and situations that exacerbate those feelings. We’re doing fine, and I’m cautiously optimistic about the future, but I function best when I take things…Continue reading Odd comforts

Festing At Home

With Jazz Fest canceled this year, I’m joining the rest of New Orleans (and outta town Jazz Fest fans) with WWOZ’s JazzFesting at Home. I’ve got the radio going, made a batch of Rosemint iced tea, and am planning/hoping to make some Jama Jama and plantains like the ones from Bennachin. Maybe even to find…Continue reading Festing At Home

In-between time

Finished a draft of a novel recently, but my agent and I decided that it’s not quite ready for show. I’m not ready to dive back in yet, but I’m not sure which project to tackle next. So I’m going to spend a little time letting my creative energies recuperate. But what to do in…Continue reading In-between time

Jury duty, the fun kind

A couple months ago, I was asked to be part of a jury for parent-artist applicants to Elsewhere Studios, the artistic residency my family and I attended last summer. The applications arrived earlier this month, and I have been having a great time reading them. Because my specialty is writing, I have received ten applications…Continue reading Jury duty, the fun kind

January magic

I didn’t seek magic early this morning. The fog caught me. I walked in the fog a bit, toward the sound of a lone trumpet. A man sat on a pink crate with a sheaf of papers and a tarnished horn. His sound echoed over the bayou. I said Good Morning but didn’t take a…Continue reading January magic