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Jan 26, 201811:58 AM
Joie d'Eve

Living, loving, laughing, and learning in the new New Orleans

Forgiving Without Forgetting

I love this city. I want it to be better.

I almost take it all back. Almost.

It’s warm and sunny, and I’m full of King Cake and excited for Krewe du Vieux.

The kids are making shoebox floats and planning their costumes.

My coworkers are showing up to work with glitter on their faces and hot glue burns on their fingers.

The marching bands are practicing all over the city; I can hear brass band music while soaking in my tub upstairs.

It’s one of my favorite times in the city, the sweet lull between Epiphany and the high gear of parade season – the same reason I love Thursdays and packing for a vacation and putting on my makeup before a party: the quiet hum of anticipation.

As much as this city frustrates me – and it does; it does – I will never forget the itchy impatience I had during the Carnival seasons I spent in Missouri; my disdain for the St. Louis version of “Mardi Gras,” held on a Saturday; the surreal feeling I had walking through the snow to take an exam on Fat Tuesday on my first Carnival season away from home and my anger when the dining hall that night served a “special Mardi Gras menu” featuring Hoppin’ John and hush puppies.

This is home and will never not be home. 

And even if they can boil crawfish in Minnesota, there is no place like New Orleans, especially during Carnival time.

None of this, though, means I don’t want the city to be better. At the very least, I’d like to have confidence that our water was reliably drinkable.

Much like I will always love my husband and kids even as I nag them to take their blood pressure medicine or focus on their homework, I want better for New Orleans because I care.

I’m willing to let it slide, though – until Feb. 14.

Until then, New Orleans, I almost forgive you for last week. Almost.



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Joie d'Eve

Living, loving, laughing, and learning in the new New Orleans


        Eve is further proof, if any is needed, that New Orleans girls can never escape the city. After living here since the age of 3 and graduating from Ben Franklin High School, Eve moved to Columbia, Mo., where she received bachelor’s and master’s degrees from the Missouri School of Journalism and became truly, unhealthily obsessed with grammar.She had originally intended to strike out to New York City and work in the cutthroat magazine industry there, but after Katrina, Eve felt a strong pull to return home, to her roots, her family, her waterlogged and struggling city – and a much more forgiving work atmosphere that would allow her to skip a routine of everyday makeup and size 0 designer label business suits and enjoy the occasional cocktail or three with an absurdly fattening lunch. She moved back home in January 2008 and lives in Mid-City with her two daughters, Ruby and Georgia; her stepson, Elliot; and her husband, Robert Peyton.Eve blogs about the joys and struggles of living in post-Katrina New Orleans, the unique problems and delights of raising a child in such a diverse and challenging city – including her experiences with the public education system – and her always entertaining and extremely colorful family.Eve has won numerous writing awards, including the Pirates Alley Faulkner Society Gold Medal, the Society of Professional Journalists Mark of Excellence award for column-writing and Press Club of New Orleans awards for her Editor’s Note in New Orleans Homes & Lifestyles and for this blog, most recently winning the award for "Best Feature Affiliated Blog."She welcomes comments, advice, empty flattery, recipes, drink invitations and – most especially – grammatical or linguistic debates.




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