New Orleans Love and Patrick Henry

New Orleans Love and Patrick Henry

I love New Orleans. I have always loved New Orleans for as long as I can remember. NOLA. The Crescent City, the capital city of the Nation of Who Dat.  The Big Easy, N’Awlins. Whatever we call her, she’s always a lady. Sure, she’s a little frazzled around the...

Digging Out

Two months.   I had no idea it had been that long since I had last written. Man, does time scurry by without notice when you’re burying your head in “Supernatural.” Fourteen seasons on Netflix. Well, that certainly was time well spent.  I haven’t...

Seeking the Light

  Once upon a time, in the days of grumpkins and snarks, when the winter seemed as eternal as a reincarnating cockroach… Wait. Wrong subject. Closer to sixteen years ago, a man named Karl Poff once explained that pain is relative.  He explained it to me...

A Small Promise Kept for Woman…

…a large promise kept for who-the-hell knows.  I swore this morning–like I have most mornings recently–that, if I accomplished nothing else today, I WOULD write a post.  So here it is:  DEPRESSION SUCKS.  I know it doesn’t  match the...

Moving Forward

Just when I thought I had a handle on things, I‘m pretty sure the handle just kind of broke. Or disappeared, like a ghost hanging out with Sam and Dean. One things I’ve discovered is that I get writer’s block. A lot. Days (ahem, like 14 of them or so) had passed...

Doing a Thing

Holy hell, has it been a minute. I’ve been walking around in a daze for the past week. I’ve done a thing. A thing I’ve never done before. A week ago Sunday, I finished payroll, doing my best to ensure “my people” would be paid correctly. I then called the...