I worked at the House of Blues New Orleans after September 11th. My general manager had the resident artist paint him the following part of the poem "Desiderata" and it hung on his wall. I would read and re-read it and wondered why it resonated so much until my mother told me it hung near my bed when I was a child.

My GM taught me many lessons about myself that I didn't want to know, but one that persists is that I refuse to live a life where I spend my time figuring out who is lying, ... read more

So my momma, Jingle, my best friend, died almost two months ago. Pancreatic cancer strikes fast and brutally. Most folks die within a 2 -6 months of diagnosis. Momma found out in February, had an unsuccessful surgery in March, decided against chemotherapy in April, and died in May after 19 days in an acute care hospice unit. She fought the good fight and humbled us all with her courage.

Since I have to wait 6 weeks to get into a grieving group, I thought I would just do the postmodern ... read more