Best last day

August 3, 2009 in Daily Adventures, Reflection
Tags: Abita, Audubon Park, countdown, family, festivals, friends, Louisiana, luck, moving, music, New Orleans, running, Satchmo, snowballs, White Linen Night

I’m gone, up in Illinois now and already procrastinating all the cleaning/sorting/packing that needs to be done. Most of my stuff was packed by Friday so I could fully enjoy my last day. It started with one last run in Audubon Park and smoothies from my smoothie lady at Smoothie King. Then it was a [...]

Two days

July 30, 2009 in Reflection
Tags: countdown, family, friends, humidity

Two: (Two is such a small number) I will miss… my family and friends. After one last family dinner, my cousin asked, “Are you sad to leave?” Honestly, I hadn’t thought much about that, even though I’ve been writing these things I will miss posts. Any sadness over leaving these things behind has been overshadowed [...]

Mardi Gras poetry

February 25, 2009 in Daily Adventures
Tags: friends, haiku, Mardi Gras, New Orleans

Thursday through Tuesday is a blur. At any given point, there were an extra 12-17 people staying in the house. The many many parades can only be distinguished as either day or night. Miles of walking helped my ankle but led to an injury for someone else. We ate well, drank well but definitely didn’t [...]

Serendipitous city

February 6, 2009 in Daily Adventures, Reflection, Stories
Tags: coffee, friends, musicians, random sightings, Rochester, serendipity, Stories, story ideas, University of Rochester

The regional representative from my university happened to be in town this week, and he asked me out for breakfast to touch base even though I don’t actually live here and am leaving in May. I’ve stayed pretty involved, so he didn’t have to convince me to donate or update me on the latest campus [...]

Hunting for stories

January 27, 2009 in Reflection, Stories
Tags: Facebook, friends, homes, reporting, stalking, Stories

People ask what I do all day. I cook, clean house and hunt for stories. And I drink a lot of coffee in between, usually at a different place than the time before. Each day starts with the Times-Picayune and cold-brewed coffee. I read looking for unanswered questions. I check out events listings. I run [...]