To groan, or not to groan . . .
These are anxiety-ridden times, to say the least. Every day, we hear the COVID numbers go up higher and higher, and we wonder when the...
We, too, are America
My mother's birthday was a few days ago. That, and all the unrest in America lately, reminds me of so many things she taught me and my...
Good New Year, All . . .
Well, it appears I am starting the new year by looking back (and looking at this photo, far, far back). I was clearly in my twenties...
Morrison
How heartbroken the world must be to hear of Toni Morrison's death. She will not write another acclaimed work, nor will she teach or...
A Monument for the Queen of Creole Cuisine
Just a little lagniappe about Leah Chase's passing. The news programs have relentlessly reported on how much she meant to New Orleans and...
Gone Up Yonder
I was about to blog about another great lady who has "gone up yonder" when I found these comments I had written about Aretha's funeral. I...
Queen Ree Forever
I need to slow down and take a moment to acknowledge the Queen of Soul's passing from this world to her eternal resting place. Come on,...
Closing 2017
I wished my nephew Happy Birthday this morning and realized that we (the world) are already into the second month of 2018, and I haven't...
Longtemps
Yes, it has been a long time since I last blogged. Was I at least busy? Yes, mostly. I travelled with the book: to Dallas (Wild...
Do the Right Thing
As I was on my way home, I listened to NPR News and their production of the Dallas Memorial to the five slain police officers. I...
