Esplanade Avenue

Mid morning Saturday. Begin behind the restaurant. In a block of unremarkable houses, on a porch in the sun. From there: The movieset village bustle of Bayou St. John The complicated shadows of winter oak trees shimmering The crowd lingering, laughing at Tastee The cigarillo smokers trailing clouds The bus …

Nola

Nola walked into my house light-footed, bouncing on her toes like she’d been coming here her whole life. Like she’d been looking forward to this visit for days even though she couldn’t have known she was coming, and anyway, this was her first visit. She made her way confidently through …

Upon Reflection

You can’t really say you’ve lived in New Orleans until you’ve seen yourself through the haze of a bathroom mirror, drunk at 2 am, tired, sick, and lonely, but still completely in love. “As long as I keep drinking” you address your bloodshot eyes, “New Orleans will never die.”

Josie

He opens the truck and she tumbles out all legs and elbows and a thick wagging tail. A full one hundred and fifty pounds of mottled black and gold English mastiff. She lands on her feet, of course, and she knows the way to the back of the house, and …

Tending the Fire

The breeze, the salt breeze, the fresh breeze, the one that comes off of the Gulf, interrupted by nothing but the bristling silhouettes of oil rigs, rolls across the shifting peaks and valleys of the waterscape, beyond the piled rocks of the breakwaters and comes ashore on the beach of …

Louisiana Summer

The familiar feeling of waking up stiff, still a little drunk, still a little angry, but detached now, like it was all last night because it was, barely, though just enough to venture opening your eyes in your truck, in your driveway, with the sun, already too high, glaring in …

Concerning Our Reactions

Its growing worse, this problem of understanding, this violence of ignorance. Surprisingly, though this is not just a matter of pointing fingers at the common offenders: the social outliers, those full of hate, riddled by fear and motivated by sociopathic greed. This has become an issue too of the righteous, …

Listed

I admit it: I bought into some clickbait today and read about the top 11 (11!) whatevers in wherever on a popular travel site. I’m not linking to it because I’m not sending them clicks from the 3 people who will read this (yes, I can be petty). I read …

Traditions

When asked “what is home,” the biggest temptation is to describe geography. It is easy to underestimate what makes up “home” as a street plan overlaying terrain, as a palate of colorful buildings, as an environment of favorite trees and familiar cafe’s. But the old idea that home is more …