NOLA Notes

Category: Poems and Writing

In the End

In the beginning There was my career. Then there was a baby. But even then it was My career and my child. Or is it My child and my career? I love both. I need both. And the one makes the other all the more appreciated. Especially the days I get to bring my child to [...]

Rendered Speechless. Well, Not Completely…

I was asked to serve and was honored for the asking. Then I was asked to lead and was stunned by the confidence had in me. I was asked to write and was honored for the asking. Then I got busy learning so that my writing would be of value. I was asked to speak [...]

This Is It

It’s so easy Too easy, often, To say This is it. Three short words To carry the day. Everyday. When sometimes We need reminding Just to breathe. To breathe, after all, is to be. And to be In just this moment Is all there is. 0 I Like This

Just Another Nervous Wreck

I found my second-oldest brother in the garage filling a box. “Whachadoin?” “Moving out.” “No, really. What are you doing?” “Nola, really, I am moving out.” Back to that box being filled he went full of determination. He wasn’t remotely kidding. So what was an 11 year old girl to do? “Can I help?” He [...]

Crash and Burn

It’s not often I lose the fight to stay hiding in my bed. No, usually common sense, the sense of responsibility, and the mere thought of utter laziness does the trick and forces me out of bed. Not today. With the unusual dark morning giving the sense of winter, the list of craptacular things I [...]

AAAAaaaahhhhhh

That’s the sound of me falling of the face of the (blogging) Earth. Sorry, loyal reader. Seems when I paint, it dries up my need/desire to write. I am still alive…and full of opinions and frustrations and love of New Orleans. But I haven’t been doing anything noteworthy in the City and writing about my [...]

Perspective

I sit on the floor Near a drafty door Wondering why I haven’t sat here before. When I dated CS, I sat on his sofa in the den we now share listening to Cowboy Junkies as I read the titles to the books on his shelves and he prepared dinner for us. My heart expanded [...]

Hacked Off

This lil blog got hacked. The techies, quick to the fix, their brains barely racked. But the site took on some licks. So as things get reset to the way of my choosing don’t get sad or beset. Enjoy festive boozing! Yes, go sip an egg nog or a Ramos fizz gin. Nibble a yule [...]

The Meaning of Life

Another funeral attended today Squeezed between billable hours. A life’s accomplishments recognized; A day’s work to do. Focus made on the small moments, The quiet moments filled with love. Allowing that one’s work is so much more than the hours spent doing the job. And permitting that pleasure is successes and soirees and hard-won wins [...]

To the Sea

For those of us who returned after Hurricane Katrina to the Gulf coast, and to New Orleans, we frequently get questioned: Why did you return? How could you have returned?  We evacuated to Little Rock on Sunday.  Monday, my husband flew to Philadelphia for his job; he returned two weeks later.  I spent much of [...]