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New Orleans Helped Me Find My Inner Crazy
I’ve been playing around with travel posters (I got the idea from NASA), though this week’s “tour” is a real place. We lived in New Orleans for 18 years. That is the longest place I’ve lived anywhere other than where I grew up (which is a tie, since I went to college at 18). New…
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A Peek Behind RELATIVELY RISKY
As I release the fourth installment in my Big Uneasy series, I thought it would be fun to look back at the other installments in the series, and how it came to be… Eleven years ago—and after 18 years there—the hubs and I left the Big Easy, courtesy of a company transfer. The thing about New Orleans,…
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How I Came to Miss New Orleans
While the math is a bit sobering, I can’t make it add up any differently. It was—gulp—thirty years—and almost exactly two months ago—that we began our journey toward knowing what it means to miss New Orleans. The hubs and I drove there from Texas with one daughter, a one-month-old baby and a six-week-old, new hip…