Ruminations: Finding My Road

My most recent ex hated the song Hotel California. He didn’t mind the Gipsy Kings’ version, but he really hated The Eagles. I’m not a fan of all of their songs, but I’m also not a hater. Some people are. This song has meaning for me, and whether my ex liked it or not, it…

Ruminations: Calming the Chaos

“We can’t cross our arms and wait for the water to become the perfect temperature before we learn to swim.” My move back “home” to Louisiana has been chaotic, to say the least. TONS of new responsibilities landed in my lap with a new crisis arising at least once a week. From learning how to…

Ruminations: ESCAPE!

“Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.” ― Anaïs Nin, Incest: From a Journal of Love “Writing is a form of therapy; sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write, compose, or paint can…

Ruminations: Thank you, Mama

I’m a wanderer. Born and mostly raised in Louisiana, I have lived in and/or traveled to Seattle, Florida, New York (both upstate and the city), Vancouver, Montreal, London, Paris, Barcelona, Southeast Asia, Greece, and Dublin, to name a few. In my eyes, I am one of the fortunate ones … to know what it’s like…

Ruminations: Paris is Burning!!!!

Nooooooo, this can’t be happening!!! I’ve lived in and continue to dream of living in Paris. So please stop ruining this beautiful city/country and stomping on my dreams of returning to the Paris, France I know and love. The markets, the sidewalk cafés, the specialty stores for everything (you name it) and even the angst…

Prose: Louisiana’s Sadistic Seduction

no matter how many tragedies are endured. no matter how hard the struggle to release the past’s rough attempts to grab me backward. no matter how many travels are planned in attempt to break the bonds, erase the pain, become someone new. louisiana keeps its hold. doesn’t want to let go. feeds me memories with…

Prose: London Studies Me

i have practiced and learned that: a trunk is a boot chips are crisps fries are chips cows are kooooz saran wrap is cling film ham is bacon bacon is streaky bacon or canadian bacon (which is really their bacon, which is our ham) cookies are biscuits biscuits are scones people in the u.k. drive…

Ruminations: A Day Like Any Other?

When I was little, I wanted to be either an elementary special ed teacher or a commercial artist. I started learning sign language, and then dreamed of drawing models and the latest fashions in newspapers and magazines. I wrote a lot of stories and scenarios, created plays featuring the neighborhood children to act out for…