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It’s a PAR-TAY #NewOrleans Style
You can’t write about New Orleans without writing about Mardi Gras. It is the party that runs through it. If you have been hanging around here much, then you know I’m a hermit, so the hermit and The World’s Largest Party have a few compatibility issues. But I was younger back then, so I did…
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My “No Formal Resolutions” Zone
When I was a little girl, all the new year meant to me was that it would soon be time to go back to school. I didn’t like school that much. Resolutions? I don’t remember resolving to do anything except maybe play more. I also don’t remember when I was “introduced” to the notion of…
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Back to the Big Easy – Why I Wrote RELATIVELY RISKY
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, it doesn’t let you completely leave. It lingers in your mind. And yeah, in your taste buds. You find yourself trying to find food as good and to inhale those rich,…
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Scraping the Moss Off My Brain – NaBloPoMo
I got an email about NaBloPoMo from BlogHer. What is it? Basically it is a big blog party. And an invitation to push yourself a little. To blog every day. Whoa. So far, on good weeks, I might manage 3x a week. (I went back to twice a week for summer/tush kicking.) And they want…
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Are You Depends-Able?
When I first latched onto this photo, I had no idea what I’d write about. I mean, it’s people in Depends. Runners in Depends. I don’t run and I don’t need Depends. Yet. Not saying I couldn’t have used some during the #hermitroadtrip, but didn’t. But I liked the theme of their quirky choice. Each…