That Time You…

That Time You...Smiled at Chaos

  Growing up, I only went on one vacation that wasn’t to a family camp. That single exception became the makings of family lore still told today. My oldest sister was performing summer stock in Utah that July, sparking the…

That Time You...Kept the Miracle Going

  Once upon a time my family vacation looked different – no fuss, no glamour, but full of all the classic summer substance that freckles childhood. Mom’s family had a lake house upon a hill that rolled down to the…

That Time You...Heard the Truth

  The first time I sat across from him, I knew we’d clicked, but I also got the immediate sense that I’d be working in a manner I never had before. He was the biggest man in the room at…

That Time You...Listened to the Silence

  Last summer I encountered a surge of domesticity prompting two culinary purchases: A really good cast-iron skillet set and a moderately snazzy outdoor grill. I took weirdly obsessive care of the skillets, seasoning them properly. Upon each wipe of…

That Time You...Surrendered Loudly

  I was twelve the first time I really heard myself. Ms. S. is what we called the choir director at school. She was a sharp, interested woman, tasked with breathing art and fantasy into a rather vanilla set of…

That Time You...Gave May the Middle Finger

  I’m pretty sure I broke three cardinal rules of parenting within 55 minutes last Friday morning. Somehow May has become the busiest month of the year, busier than December, busier than February in New Orleans even. It is a…

That Time You...Ousted Sheryl

It’s not that I think I need to be perfect. It’s not even that I strive for close to perfection. But, a passing grade would be a little nice from time to time. It was Friday afternoon. A surprise boil…

That Time You...Were Kryptonite

A friend told me a story the other night that sent me into a tailspin. She’s been seeing this guy. I use the term “seeing” loosely, as they make no public appearances as a couple.…

That Time You...Didn’t Know What You Believed

What I find most difficult about grief is the disobliging nature of it. Its waves come without warning. When we try to stifle them, up they rise. When we will the pain of it gone, it sticks to our bones…

That Time You...Were the First to Laugh

It was in second grade that I first experienced total and complete mortification, leaving a scar on my psyche against which all future blunders would be measured. It was taco day, and I was biting into one of Ms. Marie’s…

That Time You...Put Your Finger on the Fire

In New Orleans, no matter how much we grow from tech booms and film booms, championships and top ten rankings, that small-town vibe we’re known for stays put. We are well aware of the risk we take ducking into the grocery…

That Time You...Had “It”

I was six years old when I started going to dancing school, and I took to it instantly. At my first recital I tapped to “Me and My Shadow” in a sparkly minidress and top hat. For ballet we were dolls with…