The Reluctant Grownup

My friends, my darlings, I must write to thee about the Gras de Mardi.  Emphasis on gras – even for a pregnant lady, I’m feeling fat fat fat this week after Fat Tuesday.…

I have just found a blog post I wrote a whole year ago that I never put up.  I wrote it in Word and didn’t ever do the transfer – at least, I…

Last night, somewhere in the middle of the fourth quarter, I looked at the man I was standing next to and said “I think we could win this.”   A smoker walked in…

The city is in uproar.  It’s insane, and really fun, and slightly disconcerting to be a part of this.  My  next statement is not meant to imply that New Orleans has the greatest…

I want to weigh this book.  I think it weighs more than Jack.  Can books weigh over 35 pounds?  Is that ridiculous?  If I go into early labor from the stress of trying…