Baby’s First Quarantine
Well, we survived our first quarantine. I don’t really know how we managed to make it this far, honestly, although I assume it has a lot to do with the fact that we basically dropped out of society for…
Joie d'Eve
Laissez Les Bons Temps Rouler… ?
Yesterday’s blog post by Errol Laborde got me thinking about Mardi Gras, which isn’t something I usually do in the dead-center of October, but these are definitely unusual times. So I started contemplating: Do I want Mardi Gras parades…
Normalized Abnormality
It’s been almost 19 months now, and the craziest thing, I think, is that none of this even seems crazy anymore. My kids and I all get in the car with masks looped around our wrists like scrunchies. My…
Crazy Time
I don’t even know what a normal year looks like anymore. After almost exactly 39.5 years on the planet, I had a sense of seasonal trends and rhythms when the pandemic hit in March 2020, as well as the…
The City I Wish Care Would Remember
Maybe I’m just getting old – after all, I am now (as of last Thursday) 41, making me not just 40 but officially in my 40s – but I had no interest in attending the trash parade this past…
Our Ida Saga
I keep saying I can’t possibly take another thing: COVID, my father’s illness and continuing decline, two car accidents in as many months, seeing my rape translated into 15 languages and on the front page of the New York…
Shot in the Dark
They say compassion is the key, and I understand that. They say shaming gets us nowhere, and I agree. In fact, I know it to be true in my own life: When I kept wearing my mask in public…
Conflicting Emotions
“I’m so bored,” Georgia said last week, kicking an abandoned toy across the floor. “You’re back at school. Sis is back at school. All my neighborhood friends are back at school. I WANT TO GO TO SCHOOL!” “I know,”…
Ready or Not
I cried the first time I dropped my child off at day care when she was 9 months old. I didn’t know if she would eat baby food (she had terrible reflux) or whether the day care provider could…
Living in Fear
I wrote about COVID last week and immediately got an email to the effect of, “Aren’t you sick of believing all the lies? Aren’t you tired of living in fear?” And you know what? I am tired of living…
COVID Redux
Ugh, we were so close. Once I was fully vaccinated in early April – and even more so once my older daughter was fully vaccinated in June – I had started running into the grocery store without my mask,…
A Summer Recipe
I tend to be the type of person who works things out in my heart and mind mostly by writing about them. Sometimes I share it publicly and other times I write it down just to get it out…
To Mask or Not to Mask?
I guess I’m in the minority here, but I’ve never really minded the masks. I never found them hard to breathe in or uncomfortable. Sometimes I’d wear one into the store and forget to take it off even once…
Sparking Anything But Joy
I am a champion procrastinator, but even I couldn’t put it off any longer. It’s been two months since my mom died, and I finally had to reckon with cleaning out her place. Walking in was the hardest part…
Teen Angst
Due to some high school orientation activities, as well as her oral surgery, Ruby’s annual summer trip to St. Louis was later than usual this year. She normally spends all of June and July with her father and his…
Surgical Scars
Everything is admittedly bittersweet lately, less than two months after the sudden death of my mom, but my older daughter’s oral surgery, scheduled for this Thursday at Children’s Hospital, is especially so. Ruby, who inherited many of my good…
Camped Out
I’ve had such mixed luck with summer camp for my kids over the years. Ruby did a variety of camps with a variety of enjoyment levels, and although she adored Camp Point Clear, she opted not to go this…
Driving Me Crazy
Getting annoyed with this city is part of living here, I know. The boil orders. The crime. The messed-up streets. The confusing and not-great school system. The termite swarms and the flying cockroaches and the predatory camera tickets. And…
Where I Am
It’s been four weeks now. I’m in that weird stage where it hasn’t been nearly long enough to be “over it” (I will never be fully over it), but yet it’s not recent enough that I get a pass…
A Ray of Hope
In the middle of deep grief, there was good news: My older daughter, 14, was now eligible to get the COVID vaccine. Having given up the past year-plus of her life (no eighth grade graduation, no roller derby tournaments…
Grief Ramblings
I hope you like your blogs grief-flavored because that’s all I’m going to have on offer for the next … who even knows? All I know is that exactly two weeks ago, I was writing something here about LEAP…
My Mother's Unexpected Obituary
Pamela Ann Marquis, fierce and loving mother, adventurous and playful Gigi, hilarious and devoted friend, and versatile Jill of all trades, died suddenly May 4, 2021, in New Orleans. She was 68. She was born on Sept. 3, 1952,…
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…
Joie d'Eve
Living, loving, laughing, and learning in the new New Orleans
about
Eve is further proof, if any is needed, that New Orleans girls can never escape the city. After living here since the age of 3 and graduating from Ben Franklin High School, Eve moved to Columbia, Mo., where she received bachelor’s and master’s degrees from the Missouri School of Journalism and became truly, unhealthily obsessed with grammar.She had originally intended to strike out to New York City and work in the cutthroat magazine industry there, but after Katrina, Eve felt a strong pull to return home, to her roots, her family, her waterlogged and struggling city – and a much more forgiving work atmosphere that would allow her to skip a routine of everyday makeup and size 0 designer label business suits and enjoy the occasional cocktail or three with an absurdly fattening lunch. She moved back home in January 2008 and lives in Mid-City with her two daughters, Ruby and Georgia; her stepson, Elliot; and her husband, Robert Peyton.Eve blogs about the joys and struggles of living in post-Katrina New Orleans, the unique problems and delights of raising a child in such a diverse and challenging city – including her experiences with the public education system – and her always entertaining and extremely colorful family.Eve has won numerous writing awards, including the Pirates Alley Faulkner Society Gold Medal, the Society of Professional Journalists Mark of Excellence award for column-writing and Press Club of New Orleans awards for her Editor’s Note in New Orleans Homes & Lifestyles and for this blog, most recently winning the award for "Best Feature Affiliated Blog."She welcomes comments, advice, empty flattery, recipes, drink invitations and – most especially – grammatical or linguistic debates.
