Author: Chris Rose

Sunshine Thunder

As the Louisiana tricentennial has drawn to a close, and Jazz Fest readies for its silver anniversary, it seems a fitting time to celebrate the Song of Louisiana. Er, make that, songs. If you ask most folks in Louisiana what…

March of the Bachelorettes

  It’s the holiday season. Time for all manner of celebration and convocation. The season for friends and family. For hearth and home. More than anything else, it’s the season for...bachelorette parties? Actually, it’s always the season for bachelorette parties…

Rediscovering Grand Isle

This will come as a surprise to those who know me well – perhaps even a shock – but I love discovering I am wrong about some things. I relish being pleasantly enlightened by new discovery. So let’s talk Grand…

Spontaneous Altars

  By now, it’s a familiar sight at the location of a tragedy or some other form of communal loss: The spontaneous altar. Candles, tokens, potions, holy cards, incense and other spiritual, ecclesiastical -- and often supernatural -- ephemera to…

America Up the Road

I have just returned from a summer road trip which established a new personal record: l was gone from New Orleans for the longest period of time since l first moved here in 1984 — way more than a quarter…

Recovery’s Long Road

My story begins like most. An injury. A visit to the doctor. A medical procedure. Painkillers. That was the late 1990s. There were pleasantries in the beginning, of course. A warm fuzzy feeling that is unmistakably benign. No pain. No…

Taking a Stand

It’s early summer in New Orleans and that means one thing: Who Dat, baby! While the rest of the country ponders heat and humidity, summer vacations, beach reading, baseball and backyard barbeques – and while the other Gulf Coast states…

Highrise Hijinks

Anyone who knows me knows I have an unsettling familiarity with and unbridled enthusiasm for profanity. And lately, I have been letting it fly. I have been dropping G-bombs like there’s no tomorrow. Because, who knows: Maybe there won’t be.…

Eye in the Sky

Remember that song, “Somebody’s Watching Me?” All I want is to be left alone in my average home; But why do I always feel like I’m in the Twilight Zone. I always feel like somebody’s watching me. It was one…