Author: Chris Rose

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…