Editor’s Note

Revival of the Fittest

Spring is a time of renewal and rebirth, so it’s only appropriate to announce in our Spring issue that this magazine is being revived: We’re going from twice a year to quarterly, and I couldn’t be happier! Home magazines are…

A Full, Festive Fall

The long humid days, the daily thunderstorms, snowballs and sweat and seersucker: I am one of the rare people who thrives on New Orleans summers. A delicate Southern flower, I cannot abide cold winters –– and apparently it’s genetic: My…

springing into action

It’s hard to top the season we just had, starting in the autumn with the Saints’ winning streak and culminating in a frenzied February with what some people called “Lombardi Gras,” the joyous coincidence of the Saints’ Super Bowl win…

Immersion journalism

Never let it be said that I am not devoted to the craft of journalism. OK, so I’m not Nellie Bly, the pioneering female journalist who in the 1880s faked insanity to study a mental institution from within. But I’ve…

For Love and Money

I’ve often heard the career advice, “Do what you love, and you’ll never work a day in your life.”  Despite my excellent qualifications and extensive experience, however, I was unable to find someone willing to pay me to lie on…

Heat Wave

I think summer starts at different times for different people. For some, the season runs from Memorial Day to Labor Day. For more literal-minded folks, it begins precisely on June 21. For those of us with school-age children, it begins…

The Start of the Season

I am a rare breed of New Orleanian: I love the summers here. Most people who live here live here in spite of the summers –– they put up with the 95 degree days and the 100 percent humidity because…

Be of Good Cheer

It’s the most wonderful time of the year –– Jazz Fest! Sure, Christmas is great and loaded with traditions and sensory memories: the smells of pine trees and sugar cookies, the sounds of carols and church bells, the sights of…

“Springtime and Sunshine”

The first time I ever heard the phrase “February blahs,” I was still living in New Orleans, and I thought: “What? February is Carnival! February is Valentine’s Day! February is awesome!” Then I moved to Missouri. After a couple of…

Where Unlikely Things Happen

I was recently regaling my friend Tommy, an old college buddy from San Francisco, with stories of the first post-Katrina Mardi Gras. My mother and I, so eager to hurry out to the parades, parked hastily and ran to St.…

Editor's Note

We all know it so well that it hardly bears repeating, but January is a time for resolutions and fresh starts, a time to lose those last 5 pounds or start jogging or switch to decaf.  I’ve made every single…

Christmas Memories

It’s one of my oldest and fondest Christmas memories: My mom and dad and I were walking along Bayou St. John in mid-December when we noticed that City Park was all lit up. We abandoned our normal path to cross…

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The very first Thanksgiving dinner I attempted did not go according to plan. Oh, I didn’t burn down the kitchen or give my family salmonella or anything dramatic like that, but I mistook cayenne pepper for paprika, which in Missouri…

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I know it’s October, a month of ghost stories and haunted houses, but to be perfectly honest, I don’t think anything that happens this month can top last month in terms of terrifying.Hurricanes Gustav and Hanna and Ike, churning out…

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My first September away from New Orleans, I woke up one morning and it was 50 degrees. In September!  I said to my then-boyfriend-now-husband: “Wow. It sure gets cold early here.” And he said, “This is cold?” That didn’t bode…

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I once worked with a woman from Germany who told me, unapologetically, that she was “just sick to death of hearing about the Holocaust.” And these days, I hear on a regular basis that many people are “just sick to…

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I’m not going to lie and say that July is my favorite month to be in New Orleans. It’s not, and neither is August. Both months are appallingly hot, disgustingly humid and bring the heightened threat of hurricanes. There’s one…

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Cinderella was never my favorite bedtime story, and it’s certainly overused as a metaphor. It’s hard, however, to think of a more apt comparison for the homes that we’re honoring with the inaugural Renaissance Awards. Storm damage was the impetus…

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It’s funny what makes you nostalgic. Snapshots, old clothes, yearbooks, ticket stubs –– those are the obvious triggers, but when I packed up all of those things a few months ago to move back to New Orleans, it was in…

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Everyone fortunate enough to grow up in New Orleans understands that childhood here is a little different than anywhere else. Jazz Fest is an acceptable reason for skipping school. Snowball fights happen in the summer and leave your clothes stained…

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It was 18 degrees in Missouri and I was freezing when I saw the job posting in New Orleans. There was ice on top of snow on top of more ice. There were no leaves on the trees; the sky…

Editor's Note

A few months ago, a portion of my Editor’s Note included me thanking all of my sources and co-workers for their help producing this magazine. Little did I know that I was getting ahead of myself. This is my last…