Joie d'Eve

Mad for Brad

“Anything but rap or country”: On all of those stupid e-mail surveys that proliferated in the late ‘90s and early ‘00s (What’s your middle name? What color socks are you wearing? What’s on your mouse pad? Chocolate or vanilla?) ,…

All Grown Up

Yesterday was supposed to be a lot more productive than it was –– but I got Ruby’s school pictures back and spent more time than is probably healthy just staring at them, wondering when in the hell she got so…

Pinky Dinky Do You Know How Much I Hate That Show?!

When I first started writing this blog, I sought advice from a lot of people I trusted. One of my oldest mentors wrote back and sugarcoated nothing, calling the subject matter “treacley.” He went on to say, “It was a…

Yesterday It Was My Birthday

So I turned 30 yesterday. It’s hard not to get introspective and melancholy about such a big birthday, so to distract myself, I thought back to half a lifetime ago. I was not really such a wild and crazy teen,…

A Real Gem

It’s hard for me to get excited about any Hallmark holiday, but it’s especially hard for me to get excited about Grandparents’ Day, which is coming up this Sunday.My parents were pretty awesome. My grandparents are a completely different story.…

Over the Rainbow

There’s been a lot of talk lately around the heels of the Katrina anniversary about what’s saved New Orleans. Restaurants have saved New Orleans. Energetic young do-gooders from all around America have saved New Orleans. The Saints have saved New…

Marking Time, Making It Through

It’s always hard to ignore the Katrina-versary, but this year, it’s inescapable. We all know it’s been five years now, half of a decade, but the way that time is viewed and measured is radically different from person to person.…

The Need for 'Pede

I’ve seen only eight of the movies in the American Film Institute’s Top 100 list. I have absolutely no excuse for this. As Tim McNally noted yesterday, everyone has his or her passions, and movies just aren’t one of mine.…

Frustration and Justification

I still remember that night late last year. It was mid-December, the night of New Orleans Magazine’s Best of Dining party at Muriel’s, and the Saints had just eked out a last-minute win against Atlanta, making them 13-0. My friend…

All Dressed in White

Because my mom worked at the Contemporary Arts Center when I was a kid, I'm sure I must have attended a lot of White Linen Nights when I was young, but it kind of blurs with a lot of other…

Where the Heart Is

I’ve already confessed to being a country fan, so it should come as no surprise that Miranda Lambert’s “The House That Built Me” has been stuck in my head a lot lately. The song is about a woman returning to…

A Mid-Year's Resolution

Generally, kids’ birthday parties are not my favorite way to spend a Saturday or Sunday afternoon. The venues are loud, the food is lousy, the cake is overfrosted, and the kids go home with goody bags of crap and about…

Heat Wave

I hate writing about the weather. It’s such a cop-out. But good Lord, it’s hot outside. I know there are things to say, big things. There’s the oil disaster and Mel Gibson and David Vitter and crime and corruption and…

Food for Thought

After my blog last week, I got an e-mail –– a very nice, respectful e-mail –– from a woman who felt hurt by my resistance to feed my daughter formula. I wrote her back, but I’d like to clarify here,…

True Confessions

In the interest of both sharing and hot-weather-holiday-weekend-induced laziness, I bring you a blog post of bullet points concerning some of my guilty little secrets.• I love modern country music. I don’t just love it; I turn it up, I…

The Greatest Show on Earth

In the fall and winter and spring, I was a much better mother. We went to the playground, we took long walks around the neighborhood identifying the blue-and-white letter tiles that spelled out street names, we played elaborate games of…

A Fitting Goodbye

In the days when my sister’s health was first starting to fail, we constantly urged her to move back to New Orleans from her home in Shalimar, Fla. “Think of the muffulettas,” we said, knowing her weakness for food. “Think…

Ashley, as Ashes

In searching for pictures for my sister’s memorial service tomorrow, I’ve come across a lot of old baby pictures of myself. Out of the pure vanity of biological parenthood, I can’t help but compare them to baby pictures of Ruby:…

And Now for Something Completely Different

After last week’s blog, a friend of mine with a particularly dark sense of humor wrote me and said, “Wow. You’re going to have to spend the next five blogs discussing bunnies and the cute bunny things they do to…

The Best I Can Do

“Say do you remember … dancing in September … never was a cloudy day … say do you remember … dancing in September … golden dreams were shiny days.”––Earth, Wind & FireI keep trying to write something about cute things…

It Runs in the Family

My darling daughter is making her debut this weekend –– dancing on the Kids’ Stage at the Bayou Boogaloo. As I told Ian McNulty when he submitted this week’s blog on the Boogaloo: “I have no real expectations for this.…

A Sucker for Seersucker

“Don’t call what you’re wearin’ an outfit; don’t ever say your car is broke. Don’t worry ‘bout losin’ your accent: A Southern man tells better jokes.”––Jason Isbell, “Outfit”

I’ve never been a clothes person. Fashion is like geometry to me: I…

The Convention Dimension

I had the chance yesterday to talk to the members of the Fraternity Communications Association, which was holding its annual conference here. I very much enjoyed meeting a bunch of fellow editors (i.e., grammar nerds) and talking to them about…

A Whole New World

My friend Jordan and I were college roommates and stood up in each other’s weddings. We used to send each other texts like, “OMG, I’m sooo hungover” and “Last night was crazy, LOL.” And then I got pregnant and had…

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.

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