I was thinking like a surviving family member and not as a journalist.
Living, loving, laughing, and learning in the new New Orleans
I feel vaguely guilty admitting this, but I have no desire to take my kids to Disneyworld.
I am so New Orleans that I can never even think about living somewhere else. And that’s not a slogan or a social media gimmick. It’s just the truth.
Elite public schools might not be right for everyone, but Ben Franklin was right for me.
As much as I insist upon facts and figures, I still want my kid to stay a kid, to believe on faith alone that a tiny winged fairy flies into her room at night and collects her baby teeth.
I am holding on to the hope that Ruby will want to come home sooner because I have no idea how I will manage a whole month without her.
It's beyond bittersweet to see the house that was – ever so briefly – the representation of our shared hopes and dreams listed online for another young hopeful family to buy.
I know I bake good cupcakes. I am not always certain that I am a good mother. Is anyone certain?