A year ago I set myself a project, an experiment, a journey, a spiritual quest. I wanted to discover, uncover, delineate and define my religion.…
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A year ago I set myself a project, an experiment, a journey, a spiritual quest. I wanted to discover, uncover, delineate and define my religion.…
Dear Persephone, You are fifty-five months old today. In the past month you rode out your first hurricane. When we decided to stay in place…
I rented a car and drove west. All by myself. I drove and drove and drove until I got to Austin, Texas. And I thought…
I recently facilitated a roundtable discussion on parenting, and now I’m gearing up to moderate a parenting panel next Saturday.
Isaac is gone, but his odor lingers on. Seriously. There’s a smell in the air, a certain peculiar smell I can’t describe. I’m not sensitive…
It wasn’t until after Labor Day that I passed by the bayou and saw what Isaac had done to my favorite tree. This is the…
I’ve also been reflecting on our decision to stay in place for Isaac. Was it the right choice? There’s room for disagreement even in our…
I’m still thinking about Isaac. My writing hasn’t been able to keep pace. They say every storm is unique, and certainly Isaac was very different…
If my recent posts have made it seem like Isaac was all fun and games, well, that only reflects my own personal experience. Other people…
Persephone and I took a photo of Xy raking up the “street salad” left behind by Hurricane Isaac. Then we drew our own interpretation based…
We lost electrical service to our house for 98 hours. That’s just over four days. And during these four days I discovered something odd. I…
So the storm came and lingered. Like us, Isaac dithered. Someone described him as the drunk Louisiana uncle who crashes on your couch when you…
After four days in the dark, our porch light’s back on in Mid-City.