Earlier this week, the co-leaders from November Project-New Orleans presented me with the Positivity Award, which is given out to a member who isn’t necessarily the fastest or loudest, but is a steady influence at workouts and does his or…
Of all the things I’ve called to tell my mom — and believe me, there have been a lot over the years — what I told her two weeks ago definitely set a new standard. “My shoulders are impossible to…
Sometimes it feels great to get away. Easy, now: I’m not talking about bank robberies. This past weekend was another festival weekend in New Orleans and unlike the New Orleans Jazz & Heritage Festival or Voodoo Music & Arts Experience, the…
Five months ago I got free tickets to a concert at The Civic Theatre featuring Macklemore and Ryan Lewis. It turned out to be an amazing experience and one where I could truly “feel” the music. Earlier this month, before I went on…
Sometimes it hits me at the strangest times. Like last week as I drove back from the grocery store. I just crossed the intersection of Bienville Street and Galvez Street and caught a very brief glimpse of the skyline through a…
I love live performance art. Musicals? Been to several Broadway shows in my life, including The Lion King when it was sold out for months on end during its hey-day (Thanks a bunch, Grandma!). Plays? Don’t get me started on Dickens (My family…
Once again I have been awful about updating this blog. December was quite a busy month around these parts. Before I knew it, January hit and that means 2016 came with it. Let’s backtrack a bit and fill you in…
New Orleans. Wow. I never thought I’d call The Big Easy home. Hell, if you told me after I graduated from the University of Delaware that within the next eight years I’d live in New Hampshire, Vermont, Maine, Texas, Georgia…
It started to hit me when I turned off my computer for the last time at the Athens Banner-Herald. Rarely did I turn it off before (mostly logged out), but it felt right. Once I walked out the door and…
A little more than two years ago I drove to New Orleans, nervous but excited. As it turns out, not much changes in the span of 859 days. Back in 2013, I decided to attend WrestleMania 30 by myself. I had…