Part of the family at Hobnobber Cafe

There are a lot of wonderful colloquialisms I’ve learned living in New Orleans. Everyone knows about “Who Dat!” and “Where y’at?” but there are so many others that tickle me inside. For example, in any given environment, you are bound to be affectionately called “Boo” or “Baby ” by practically […]

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Finding serenity at Creole Creamery

After breakfasting at Surrey’s, we headed home determined to be productive. Slogging through my daily projects seemed especially onerous to me. Admittedly, doing dishes (by hand) can be particularly grueling, but even walking Pippin, something I can’t help but enjoy, felt like a chore. Something was off.  Something was missing. It […]

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