Everywhere else it’s just Tuesday—but where I’m from people are dancing, people are high-stepping in the streets because where I’m … More
It was an unorthodox ceremony to be sure, peculiar and solemn as the girl I was then. I loved New Orleans the way you love a person: passionately, even obsessively. I wanted to gather New Orleans into my arms and kiss her.
A conspiracy exists and it goes like this: Parties are Fun! I keep falling for it. And then I go to a party
Whatever the reason, I’ve turned into one of those adults who were incomprehensible to me as a child: one who’s ambivalent about Christmas.
Yesterday my husband and I planted a tree. It seemed like a hopeful thing to do in these uncertain and … More
It’s natural—perhaps even biologically sound—to shun the afflicted. In this way, we’re no different than other animals who practice this … More
I’ve had a hard time getting into Christmas this year. The whole routine seems like the same thing over and … More