Joie d’Eve

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…

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…

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…

Teen Voices of the Pandemic: Re-Entry

  Welcome back to our Teen Voices of the Pandemic Series, which is a series I just made up in which I make my teenage daughter write my blog for me. But the truth is, it’s not just my own…

Looking Back

  A year ago today, we had the first reported case of COVID-19 in our city. I assumed a few more cases might follow, but I never ever saw any of the rest of this coming. In fact, this day…

A Full Year

  Turning the calendar page to March is actually hitting me harder than I expected. I’m not really sure why. As I wrote last week, some things are starting to get back to a new kind of normal. (I hate…

A Return to Sort of Normal

  Between my work hours and my general low-key antisocial tendencies, I was sort of living like a hermit even before the pandemic. I mean, I’m not a sociopath or anything – I like most people, and I have a…

Vaccine Ethics

  Back in late December, when I learned that anyone over 70 was soon going to be eligible for COVID-19 vaccines, it was via a text that came from NOLA Ready to my cell phone. I immediately began trying to…

Back to School, For Real This Time

  Yesterday, as many of you no doubt already know, New Orleans K-8 public schools reopened. My older daughter is an eighth grader at Lusher, but she hasn’t been in a school building since March 13 and has no desire…

A Modern COVID Carnival

  One of the last happy memories I have of The Before Times was hitting all the parades with my older daughter, Ruby, a true Carnival die-hard. This kid attended her first parade at 9 weeks old (that may have…

Hope for the Future

  Jan. 6 was a good day for me personally. The violence at the Capitol sort of took the shine off of everything, but before that happened, I was just thrilled with the way the world was unfolding, and overall,…

Facts vs. Opinions

  Georgia, my third grader, is studying facts and opinions right now. “Pizza is the best food”: Opinion “Pizza has many different kinds of toppings”: Fact “Dogs are better than cats”: Opinion “There are almost 200 different breeds of dogs”:…

My Solemn Duty

  Every person in a family has their own role: the fixer, the clown, the rebel, the overachiever, the risk-taker, the bully. For the three kids in our blended family, for example, my stepson is the chill, cautious one; my…

A Traditional New Year’s Meal

  I am an extremely superstitious person – I avoid sidewalk cracks and black cats, hate the number 13, pick up heads-up coins, and never open umbrellas indoors – so of course I always eat my black-eyed peas and cabbage…

Circle of Life

  It’s always light and dark around here, life and death sort of flirting with each other. My favorite aunt – probably my favorite non-parental blood relative from my family of origin – died when I was pregnant with Georgia.…

COVID Panic

  Every year, for as long as I can remember, I get sick in the three weeks between Thanksgiving break and winter break. Usually it’s just a cold. Once I’m pretty sure it was the flu, although I never actually…

Holiday Resolutions

  My general inclination, even in a good year (which I don’t think I need to explain that this is not), tends toward Scrooge-like as the holidays approach. It all just feels like such a slog, honestly: the parties, the…

Thankful and Sad

  It’s been a hell of a week. I suppose that can be loosely said of every week we’ve had since March 13, all of which kind of blur together into a hellscape smoothie, if you will, but this past…

‘Tis the Season?

  It was the receptionist at my dad’s doctor’s office who gave me my first clue. “We’ll call you back right away,” she assured me. “In the meantime, have a wonderful day and happy holidays!” “Oh, uh … yeah ……

Living Blue in a Red State, Part 2

  I wrote this four years ago after Donald Trump was elected president. I was hurt and angry … but I hoped we could work together as a nation. Now, four years later with a different outcome in the latest…

Election Days Gone By

  I love voting. I registered at the DMV when I switched my residency to Missouri for college, just after my 18th birthday, and since then, I have voted in almost every single election, whether it’s a big one for…

2020 Vision

  It’s funny the things you learn about people when you’re suddenly spending completely uninterrupted time with them. Even your own husband. Even your own children. For instance, although I certainly knew that Georgia had ADHD, it wasn’t until I…

Halloween During A Pandemic

  There are, of course and unfortunately, many serious and tragic consequences of the pandemic and resulting quarantine: not only death and illness and grief, but also mental health concerns, social isolation, and economic impacts for so many families. There…

Out and Proud

  Sunday was National Coming Out Day, and I chose that day to publicly celebrate my older daughter, who came out to me about a year ago. (With her permission, obviously; I would never out her publicly without her consent.)…

Autumn Enthusiasm

  It’s no real secret that I think fall is overrated, but mostly, it’s just a grudge left over from my very first “real fall” in Missouri more than 20 years ago. At first, I thought it was beautiful –…

The Days Are Slow; the Years Are Fast

  The well-meaning older women in the grocery store line would always tell me it went by so fast, and I’d smile thinly while seething inside because it definitely didn’t seem to be going quickly. My baby was only 3…