Seattle: Coffee, Donuts and Another Life

Two days ago was National Donut Day. We have decent (actually really good) donuts in Lafayette, but certain foods oftentimes taste better when you have memories to attach them to. When I was little, I really loved Shipley Do-Nuts in Alexandria. Not only were they packed with sugar plus jam or icing or creamy stuff, but…

Seattle: Everything’s Going to be OK

I used to live a few blocks up, behind you, and around the corner. You can’t see it but up there is Joe Bar. It has cozy loft spaces for sitting and sipping coffee or wine or eating crepes, but they’re tiny and get hot in the summer. The spaces, not the crepes. Across the…

Summoning Seattle

Even though it’s a balmy 1,000 degrees out in South Louisiana, today I will be summoning my inner Seattle. Memories, so many. Feels like yesterday. We were all hangin’ patchouli’d-out, cloves-in, at Ernie Steele’s. Where were you? Living in the 90s. Drum beats. Wood floors. Vampires in my bed. “You’re life’s just like Singles,” she…

Mom is Breathing

My mother’s blood races through me, gasping for breath, searching out the experiences she missed. Is there still time? There must still be time, she says. She conjures up my thirst for British tea, her favorite. She encourages me to eat onion and mayonnaise sandwiches. They make my stomach hurt, I whine. Nonsense. Eat them….

Mr. Preacher Man

“What about you, Julia, have you been saved?” I was caught off-guard. “Yeah, but I have a church in Seattle I watch online.” “Oh, ok, well, y’all don’t mind if we pray? Dear heavenly father …” I wanted to reach out and hold hands. But none of the others made a move. Wasn’t that what…

NYC Ramblings

Hot, bitter coffee in my cup swirled with sweet thoughts of hot dudes reading in the subway. Touch. Chocolate. Kisses on my tongue. Is that a Spanish accent? You look like you stylishly rolled out of bed. That signature coat. It’s probably designer, but I wouldn’t know. My hangover, headache subsides. Too much lemon on my…

Waitin’ on the Rain

Windows open Cool air breezin’ in Rumble rumble in the sky In my belly Black coffee sputters to the top To my lips Thank you, Universe Tick tock on the clock Biscuits rising Cast iron’s hot Eggs, freshly born Freshly scrambled On my plate Kisses the smoked Pine Prairie boudin good mornin’ Last night’s farewell…