Joie d’Eve

Preschool Blues

I have a picture in my mind’s eye of myself just a few weeks after my daughter was born. I was more exhausted than I’d ever been in my life, my bloodshot eyes ringed in dark circles. My skin was…

Small World

Errol Laborde recently wrote a blog titled “The Incident” in which he discussed being the victim of a scam in the parking lot of a Rouses. A woman claimed that she had been struck by his car while he was…

The making of a New Orleanian

The first time my now-husband took me home to meet his parents, I was a little nervous. That is, I was a little nervous until we pulled off of the interstate and into total suburbia. Then I became uneasy. When…

New Orleans: The Next Generation

When I was about 14 or 15, in the middle of one of those marathon phone conversations that 14- or 15-year-old girls are famous for, my friend Peter asked me, out of the blue, “What do you think is the…

School ties

Every so often, I think I did it backward. 
 
I grew up in New Orleans, which –– it must be said –– is not really the most wholesome place in America, and went to college in Columbia, Mo., which is…

The good, the bad and the ugly

In many ways, raising kids in New Orleans isn’t that much different than raising kids anywhere. There are still potty-training and tantrums to grapple with. There’s still the refusal to eat anything other than chicken nuggets. There are still the…