That Time You

That Time You...Were a Blur

I used to frequent film sets in NOLA as background talent. It’s easy money as long as waiting hours and hours for forty-five minutes of work doesn’t bother you and as long as you don’t have much of an ego.…

That Time You...Indulged or Not

One of my favorite songs is “Wild Horses” by The Rolling Stones. It brings me back to the cusp of full-fledged adulthood and late night Jack Daniels with lime at a seedy bar in Fat City where a fireplace warmed…

That Time You...Saw Dead People 

  The first time I saw a ghost I was 20 years old. It was Epiphany weekend and we were opening presents at my grandparents’ house in Bay St. Louis, Mississippi, when from the love seat in the living room,…

That Time You...Defined Virtue

It begins with okra. Fried, that is. About five foods have placed a spell on me. So great is their charm that when within my reach, I am lured to at least one guilty pleasure bite in spite of all…

That Time You...Stayed Hungry

Have you ever been so startled by someone’s reaction that it left you questioning all the choices you made leading up to that moment? My oldest child is a swimmer – a strong…

That Time You…Remembered Show and Tell

  The story goes that this one kid brought a plastic green dinosaur to Show and Tell. It was a giganotosaurus, but to the child showing it, it was a “chicken-notosaurus.” “Hahaha,” the class laughed along. And one by one,…

That Time You...Weeded Out Your Past

  Each beginning of October, long after school begins, when football is in full swing, and piles of pumpkins greet us at the entrances to every store, New Orleanians are reminded that, down here, it’s still summer. It’s hot, dry…

That Time You...Were Next Level

  I’ve started working out again. I don’t like it. I don’t enjoy it. I don’t look forward to it. Nor do I miss it on my off days. I altogether hate it, but I have no choice. That fast…

That Time You...Were Juuust Right

In the story of Goldilocks and the Three Bears, we meet a young girl bold enough to break and enter, but one who also appears wishy washy when it comes to what…

That Time You...Solved X

  Raise your hand if you’ve ever been personally victimized by math class. It didn’t matter how clever the question in school. Math didn’t just elude me, it bored me to tears and exposed each and every one of my…

That Time You...Stood Tall in Flats

  Well, I’ve made a decision. It is neither convenient nor cheap. But if life has taught me anything, it is that the road to finding comfort in your own skin isn’t paved in velvet. After decades of stuffing Band-Aids…

That Time You...Mattered to This One

  The problem with believing in anything is that belief itself is a delicate thing. Last week I met a small business owner, Stephanie Chambliss, who recently opened a PJ’s coffee shop in New Orleans East. Many folks from New…

That Time You...Wore Shorts to Rush Week

The other day while shopping I couldn’t help but overhear a conversation between a mother and her late-teens daughter. The daughter was on a fashion mission. “On the first day I can…

That Time You...Were Just a Friend

  Today, I am a solid 3. That number used to be a lot higher. When I was a better friend. Once upon a time, I was a really great friend. Grandpa was my example. He surrounded himself with friends…

That Time You...STFU 

  So it usually starts out something like this:  I am between one, two, maybe seven people whom I know, but more like know-ish. We’re not strangers, but there isn’t an established history of hanging out, laughing over drinks, or…

That Time You...Were the Last Single Standing

  Ever get the feeling you are on the outside looking in? You know everyone there. You recall snippets of memories and moments with every face that turns to you. These are not strangers, yet the only thing familiar is…

That Time You...Washed Away the Filter

  Last week I stepped outside my comfort zone. Not only did I survive, but I had a breakthrough. I’ve allowed no vagueness about my preference for city life over country living. Nature and I only mix well when certain…

That Time You...Freed the Girl

  As a child, it all looked so different. Years later, you’re holding what’s left of dreams and think: You’re not where you thought you’d be. Those daydreams of childhood didn’t pan out as you pictured. Wondering plagues you with…

That Time You...Completed You

  The other day Fiona was making a video with three girlfriends. I think they were playing some make-believe version of "America’s Got Talent" or another star-searching competition show. One friend was the host, the other was the singer, and…

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

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about

Annie D. Stutley was born in New Orleans and spent her childhood listening to the Bangles, crimping her hair, eating Twizzlers, and journaling. She graduated from Southern Miss with a degree in speech writing and since then, has survived several careers in both New Orleans and New York, proving that you don’t have to have it all figured out to live a good life.

She’s worked in theater with Tony-winning producers, in marketing with local gurus, and in education with people probably smarter than herself. However, it’s her time spent working with or volunteering with young people that she has found the most rewarding.

In recent years, she volunteered for her national sorority as a rush advisor, finding joy in building leaders and guiding young women through the murky waters of where college life meets real world. She eventually stepped down from that post because the powers that be didn’t see eye to eye with her approach of frankness and honesty. She turned that conflict of opinion into a new adult fiction book, currently in development, and this blog.

Annie loves music—especially alternative, shenanigans with girlfriends, and all things Mardi Gras, particularly her two walking krewes. But mostly she enjoys movies on her sectional sofa with her husband, three children, and two dogs in her Carrollton home.

Annie welcomes comments, topic ideas, and glasses of rosé. Surprisingly, rosé pairs well with Twizzlers.