July 2008
Grandmothers got it rough. We don’t say this to our kids, of course. We just go off and mutter to other grandmothers.
“Our kids,” we say to each other, “survived to be adults without poking their eyeballs out from running with a stick or getting taken to the hospital with holes in their...
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June 2008
I am getting ready to go to a fancy wedding and I slip into my pink frilly dress with the bow in the back.
But I can’t see to tie it.
I live in an apartment behind the Sloth Lounge in the French Quarter. (I don’t drink much but it’s nice to know I can get a Bloody Mary anytime...
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May 2008
When my mother-in-law, Ms. Larda, gets the emergency call from Aunt Chlorine in New Jersey, the first thing she packs is the red beans. Then the crab boil. Then the Tony Chachere’s. She don’t want to starve up there.
Not that anybody should take it personal, she says to me, but...
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April 2008
I am standing in the produce section of the Wal-Mart at 4 a.m. in the morning, looking in all directions at once to be sure nobody walks up while my sister-in-law Gloriosa does what she has to do.
She is weighing her bosoms, one at a time, on the produce scale.
She says,...
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