#4: The City That Care Forgot.
Good mawnin! You’d be surprised, but way down yonder here on St. Charles Street it’s actually quite easy to find frozen margaritas, the pungent smell of old bay seasoning and people riding on horseback on any given morning. Today is Saturday, and I’ve seen and smelled the likes of all from my wooden porch swing. The tourists must be checking into their hotels for the annual New Orleans Seafood Festival that’s happening this weekend. But wait. Let’s back track…
#3: Ode To Jazz And Treme.
You might want to sit down for this. It’s about my one-week crazy-filled stay in Treme, New Orleans. Yes, that same infamous neighborhood from the HBO TV series. Yes, the ethnically diverse hood of New Orleans. Yes, that same neighborhood raddled and devastated by Hurricane Katrina, but somehow still hanging on. … Slowly waking up to a jazz tune in the distance, I lay still for a minute trying to make sense of this new place. The…
#1: Lose A Job, Start A Blog.
An Open Letter to the Unemployed and Heartbroken: I recently started this travel blog after losing my beloved copywriter job and my love-less relationship in the same 24-hour period. It was a devastating, mentally draining and bittersweet time filled with lots of Ben & Jerry’s ice cream. This limbo stage of my life marks the top of my shit list, somewhere around #3. Yet, despite the embarrassment, disgrace, shame and derision of disappointment from losing something and someone, the ephemeral saying still…