That Time You…

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…