Dear Mom, Eight years now. I keep expecting this to get easier to write, and in some ways it does, but I still sit down every August 2nd not entirely sure what I’m going...
Today I turned 58. Which, if my math holds up better than my knees do, means I’ve now been alive for fifty-eight full trips around the sun, and this was the first one I...
Uber tells you a driver is two minutes away. You click Accept. Then it tells you it’s looking for a driver. Wait. Didn’t it just have one? Background There’s a term for what happens...
Chris and I have volunteered for a lot of things over the years, but “spend your Sunday deciphering 150-year-old tombstone engravings in the drizzle” was a new one — and honestly, one of the...
I wanted to pull together a small collection of Cabby over the years. Here is part of the way that we choose to remember her.
Whether you loved her or not, she definitely has left her mark (sometimes more visible than others) on everyone she came in contact with.
Today, as I wandered through the French Quarter, I realized that I really do like living here. Today was (is) the first day of the French Quarter Festival (FQF), which is a four-day event...
Belonging, Pride, and Pure Mardi Gras Magic On Sunday, February 8, 2026, I did something I’ll carry with me forever: I rode in the Krewe of King Arthur parade for Mardi Gras. One day...
Today would have been my mother’s 87th birthday. She died just before her 80th birthday. Every year, this date arrives with a blend of tenderness and ache, a reminder of both the years she...
Earlier this month, as Frisco Pride and others worked to host FantastiQUE (a masquerade-style dance for high-school aged LGBTQ+ youth and their friends), I sought to post details of this dance to the Frisco...
Walks, Flavor, and Furry Friends You don’t drive New Orleans — you walk it. That’s the first thing I learned after moving here. Back in suburban Frisco, Texas, getting anywhere meant keys, traffic, and...
