Donna comes and cleans my office every day. Her son was killed last Mardi Gras. We talk about Manny frequently. She’s strong, but the pain…
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Donna comes and cleans my office every day. Her son was killed last Mardi Gras. We talk about Manny frequently. She’s strong, but the pain…
Xy and I always enjoy a good hearty squash soup in the winter. Unfortunately, winter seems to have ended here before we could use the…
Two articles grabbed my attention this morning: New Orleans since the storm: An American travesty by Keeanga-Yamahtta Taylor Feeding 18,000 Families Each Month in One…
This is New Orleans. This is how we live. This is how we die. Not everyone gets a jazz funeral. You have to be special.…
Helen Hill had lots of friends here, and most of us couldn’t make it to her funeral in South Carolina. So I think tomorrow’s event…
I have a picture on the op-ed page of the Times-Picayune today, in honor of Black History Month.
I hope my dad doesn’t mind me sharing this update he sent via e-mail yesterday: A few years back, Ruth and I visited the Munch…
Is it possible for one day of festivity to change everything? I woke up Mardi Gras morning wondering if I had a friend left in…
For the last 364 days, life here may have sucked for most of us, but on this one day (at least) there’s no place I’d…
Just a few days before my father’s operation, two of my closest friends received news that their own fathers were coming, abruptly, to the end…
Xy and I went to see the Knights of Chaos last night. Schroeder’s posted a couple of pictures. It was a good satirical parade that…
A while back I was contacted by someone who wanted to use a picture I’d taken and posted online. I’ll call her RJ. Here’s the…
My dad recently discovered he had prostate cancer. It was “low grade” and slow-growing. More men die with this sort of thing than of it.…
Last night’s warnings about severe weather proved all too true. A tornado tore through New Orleans in the wee hours of the morning. The swath…
The neighbors across the street had a birthday party for their three-year old daughter yesterday. It brought a touch of color and festivity to our…
I was just talking to a lady who works a janitorial detail here at the University. Her son, Jermaine Wise, was murdered last Mardi Gras…
Black and white kids playing together at the statue of Jose Marti on Jefferson Davis Parkway.
Welcome art.rox to the “dot rox” family of blogs. They’ll be writing about “art journalism outside the big media centers of New York City and…
Two nights ago, as I lay in bed just drifting off to sleep, I heard a noise which sounded for all the world like someone…
I was heartened to read a positive story on the front of today’s paper about Dr. Jeff Wiese, who drove around the country for months after Katrina and pretty much saved the residency program at the Tulane School of Medicine. Now the residents are trying to fill in the gap left by the closure of Charity Hospital. He’s a hero. I’ve admired the good doctor for some years; he is the foremost researcher into the mysteries of the alcohol hangover. The paper doesn’t mention that good work. I guess they’re pandering to those puritans from Pennsylvania.
I’m in the paper today too. It’s the 14th story or so about our renovation.