Author: Eve Crawford Peyton

The City I Wish Care Would Remember

  Maybe I’m just getting old – after all, I am now (as of last Thursday) 41, making me not just 40 but officially in my 40s – but I had no interest in attending the trash parade this past…

Our Ida Saga

  I keep saying I can’t possibly take another thing: COVID, my father’s illness and continuing decline, two car accidents in as many months, seeing my rape translated into 15 languages and on the front page of the New York…

Cake with a Side of Tears

  I knew September would be hard.  Hard because grief is all-consuming, but anything all-consuming is boring after a while. I’m tired of writing about my grief. I’m sure you’re tired of reading about it. I’m definitely tired of doing…

Shot in the Dark

  They say compassion is the key, and I understand that. They say shaming gets us nowhere, and I agree. In fact, I know it to be true in my own life: When I kept wearing my mask in public…

Conflicting Emotions

  “I’m so bored,” Georgia said last week, kicking an abandoned toy across the floor. “You’re back at school. Sis is back at school. All my neighborhood friends are back at school. I WANT TO GO TO SCHOOL!” “I know,”…

Ready or Not

  I cried the first time I dropped my child off at day care when she was 9 months old. I didn’t know if she would eat baby food (she had terrible reflux) or whether the day care provider could…

Living in Fear

  I wrote about COVID last week and immediately got an email to the effect of, “Aren’t you sick of believing all the lies? Aren’t you tired of living in fear?” And you know what? I am tired of living…

New Year, New Me?

  Most of the jobs I’ve had since becoming an adult have warped my sense of time.  When I worked in book publishing, we always planned and designed our fall catalog in the spring.  When I worked in magazines, we…

COVID Redux

  Ugh, we were so close. Once I was fully vaccinated in early April – and even more so once my older daughter was fully vaccinated in June – I had started running into the grocery store without my mask,…

A Summer Recipe

  I tend to be the type of person who works things out in my heart and mind mostly by writing about them. Sometimes I share it publicly and other times I write it down just to get it out…

To Mask or Not to Mask?

  I guess I’m in the minority here, but I’ve never really minded the masks. I never found them hard to breathe in or uncomfortable. Sometimes I’d wear one into the store and forget to take it off even once…

Sparking Anything But Joy

  I am a champion procrastinator, but even I couldn’t put it off any longer. It’s been two months since my mom died, and I finally had to reckon with cleaning out her place. Walking in was the hardest part…

One Day at a Time

  It’s been two months now. I’m sure, at some point, I will stop counting the days and weeks and months since my mother’s sudden and unexpected death, but I’m not there yet. I still think, every Friday, about the…

Teen Angst

  Due to some high school orientation activities, as well as her oral surgery, Ruby’s annual summer trip to St. Louis was later than usual this year. She normally spends all of June and July with her father and his…

Surgical Scars

  Everything is admittedly bittersweet lately, less than two months after the sudden death of my mom, but my older daughter’s oral surgery, scheduled for this Thursday at Children’s Hospital, is especially so. Ruby, who inherited many of my good…

Camped Out

  I’ve had such mixed luck with summer camp for my kids over the years. Ruby did a variety of camps with a variety of enjoyment levels, and although she adored Camp Point Clear, she opted not to go this…

Driving Me Crazy

  Getting annoyed with this city is part of living here, I know. The boil orders. The crime. The messed-up streets. The confusing and not-great school system. The termite swarms and the flying cockroaches and the predatory camera tickets. And…

Loss and Love

  My mom, my best friend, died suddenly May 4, at age 68. Now I’m trying to write her eulogy. The one thing that’s killing me right now is how proud my mom was of my writing. She read everything…

Where I Am

  It’s been four weeks now. I’m in that weird stage where it hasn’t been nearly long enough to be “over it” (I will never be fully over it), but yet it’s not recent enough that I get a pass…

A Ray of Hope

  In the middle of deep grief, there was good news: My older daughter, 14, was now eligible to get the COVID vaccine. Having given up the past year-plus of her life (no eighth grade graduation, no roller derby tournaments…

Grief Ramblings

  I hope you like your blogs grief-flavored because that’s all I’m going to have on offer for the next … who even knows? All I know is that exactly two weeks ago, I was writing something here about LEAP…

My Mother's Unexpected Obituary

  Pamela Ann Marquis, fierce and loving mother, adventurous and playful Gigi, hilarious and devoted friend, and versatile Jill of all trades, died suddenly May 4, 2021, in New Orleans. She was 68. She was born on Sept. 3, 1952,…

Looking Before We LEAP

  I’m bad at a lot of things: navigating (even with Google Maps, I sometimes kind of … forget which way is right and which way is left), singing, parallel parking, doing my own makeup (or anyone else’s). I’m also…

The Dawning of Normal

I don’t know if it’s the change of the season – summer is right there on the horizon – or what, but suddenly I’m feeling plunged back into real, actual life, and I’m not entirely sure I’m ready.  It’s almost…

Now It Can Be Told

  I wrote this during the Kavanaugh hearings. That was a rough stretch for me – and way too many other women – and well, now I guess you know why, huh? I think my best friend still has a…

A Much-Needed Getaway

  I don’t camp. That’s something you do not have to know me well to know about me. I don’t like, in no particular order: bugs, being hot, being cold, not having a bath tub, pooping in the woods, cooking…

Meal Kit Basics

  My husband and I don’t exactly agree on the importance of different household aesthetics. He hates scented candles, Febreze-type sprays, and any other kind of “room fragrance”; I hate the overwhelming smell of dog that, left unchecked, pervades our…

None of That Jazz

I was sad to miss Carnival season this year, sadder than I originally expected. I normally wouldn’t call myself the world’s biggest fan of the whole thing; I tend to feel like the stress of traffic and parking and muscling…

Shoot Me Up

  The whole past year has been an exercise in risk assessment: At first, when I really had no idea how to stay safe, everything was fraught and terrifying. Did I really need my prescription medications? Did I really need…

A Feeling of Hope

  On a day like yesterday, an absolutely picture-perfect day right on the cusp on spring, with both of my children back in school, my husband receiving his second dose of the COVID-19 vaccine and mine slated for Wednesday, the…