Today was Persephone’s first day of school ever. She’s going to a small Catholic school on the West Bank of Jefferson Parish. I never thought…
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Today was Persephone’s first day of school ever. She’s going to a small Catholic school on the West Bank of Jefferson Parish. I never thought…
Probably my favorite thing about having a media credential for Tales of the Cocktail is breakfast. And of course lunch, but a good breakfast is…
It’s become a tradition to take a photo of Xy as she heads off to her first day of classes. I realized this morning that…
Twenty-five years ago — I came home from Sweden with blue hair, much to my parents’ shock and my sister’s delight. At least I think…
Tales of the Cocktail ended last week, but it’s taken me this long to sort through all my photos and videos and notes. When I…
Last night Arnaud’s French 75 Bar hosted a blogger’s reception to kickoff Tales of the Cocktail, sponsored by the Bureau National Interprofessionnel du Cognac. Naturally…
Over a year ago Xy hurt her knee while practicing with the Big Easy Roller Girls. It’s bothered her ever since, and so yesterday morning…
I got Persephone up at dawn to see the sunrise on our last morning at Vero. Unfortunately it wasn’t quite as dramatic as on the…
And so it’s come to this, at last, inexorably and inevitably. The final day of our vacation. Persephone started her morning as she usually did,…
Technically, the city of Vero includes plenty of beachfront. In fact the city officially changed its name to Vero Beach back in 1925 but old-timers…
The theme for Wednesday was love. Look at the love in this picture. Mother and daughter on the beach, wading into the surf? You can’t…
Let’s see. My last post got us most of the way through Saturday. We arrived in Vero mid-afternoon and checked in at the Driftwood. Longtime…
When my in-laws asked what time we should leave, I said 7AM, and they laughed, and my father-in-law suggested 9AM. Then it was my turn…
Posting has been a little thin here lately, for good reason: I’ve been on vacation. My plan now is to back up in time and…
I’m mentioned briefly in an article published by The Lens: Homeowner or homeless? St. Louis Street resident fights to hang on to what he has.…
Dear Persephone, I meant to take notes on all the crazy things you’ve said over the last few weeks. But time got away from me.…
The wounded tree that stands at the end of Bayou St. John is even more wounded now. What happened here? Bark is scattered all around…
Some mornings the journey to the workplace is a boring old slog. But not usually, not for me. I try to make a point to…