Who’da known that signing on the dotted line would’ve give me a new lease on life. You see, I signed a lease today to stay in this little rental house I’ve been in for 6 months. The last few weeks have been very unsettling. The house went under contract to
I ‘closed shop’ yesterday about 4pm. It was Friday and I had a list a mile long for the weekend. You see, weekends are when I get to do my fun, ‘frilly’ stuff – like write on my blog, walk the Atlanta Beltline, and meet with my writing group .
In the 30 years I’ve lived in Atlanta, I’ve passed over this bridge dozens of times, never once considering what lies below. I can’t say where the bridge is because if the world knew, the residents here would lose their homes. As I walk past a man’s home, I can
A little over a year ago nine enraged women came into my life. I had met only one of them, Julie. The other eight were total strangers. Today I consider these women some of my best friends. Four or five of them have different color skin than I do. One
I woke up hungry for the Shrimp & Grits from Ste. Marie’s. Yep, for breakfast. My mind immediately went to the meal I’d enjoyed just a few weeks ago at Ste. Marie’s in New Orleans. The menu described this dish’s ingredients as: “tasso, stone ground grits, Abita Amber reduction.” An
Our last evening in New Orleans was one I’ll never forget. Not only did we dine in the home of Grammy Award winning trumpeter, Irvin Mayfield, but we also had the opportunity to participate in Robert Fogarty’s famous project, ‘Dear World.’ Robert X. Fogarty started ‘Dear New Orleans’ as a
I keep thinking back on last week in New Orleans. So many things I want to share with you. One of the most impressive places I’ve ever stepped foot in is NOCCA, New Orleans Center for the Creative Arts. Overlooking the great Mississippi River, this state-of-the-art facility has been in
Who would ever believe this story? Only in New Orleans: On Friday night, after all the pre-planned activities were over, a bunch of our NOLAbound members embarked on Frenchmen Street, a two-block long stretch of street full of music joints. You never know who might pop up playing on any
I arrived five days ago with my preconceived ideas of what New Orleans would be. Today I came home with a totally different impression. The New Orleans I now know is alluring, taunting us to re-think our future. It’s drawing us in with tax incentives, concierge services and start-up funds.
Upon receiving the phone call from the doctor telling me that my husband had cancer, I immediately called my friend Kim, a breast cancer survivor. “Welcome to The ‘C’ Club, she said. “I wish everyone could belong. It will change your life in the greatest way. You’ll never be the
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