I heard a story the other day about a family that had lived here for generations. All of them – every cousin, every aunt, every niece and grandchild and son and daughter. When Katrina came, they had nowhere to go, because everyone they knew was here. Could you afford to pick up and move to…
Category: New Orleans
The Lost Week
So, this week was a wash. I came down with the bug Wednesday night, and The Professor followed suit about two hours after me. We were up all that night ill, and spent most of Thursday trying to do as little parenting as possible while keeping our children alive. I spent a lovely hour with…
Peeping
I am a peeping Thomasina. I look in people’s windows. Do you do this? I’m not interested in the people – I’d rather they not be there, so I can look more openly. I want to see their house. I want to see the color of their walls, the size of their tv and where…
Halcyon Days
Having just paid approximately the value of one month’s utility bills in order to eat grease-covered vegetables at the undergraduate student center, I am now whiling away the last few seconds of my laptop battery, watching the kids toss footballs in the field outside, contemplating whether it would be a truly HEINOUS diet sin to…
A Pillar of Salt
“My parents were in Mississippi at their farm. They thought they’d be safer there than in the city. They weren’t answering their phones, and I heard on the radio that their town had a direct hit. It took me forty hours to get to them. I was shaking the whole way.” Most of the people I know well down…