Detour

Between the Brooklyn Book Festival and Antigua.

Music. Food. History. Celebration. And. Desire. Hashtag. The Big Easy.

Music. Food. History. Celebration. And. Desire. Hashtag. The Big Easy.

Oak. Moss. Park. A. Part.

Oak. Moss. Water. Park. A. Part.

Bourbon Street. Jazz. And a mini-Carnival.

Bourbon Street. Jazz. And a mini-Carnival.

When you dance on Bourbon Street. You get beads.

When you dance on Bourbon Street. You get beads.

Cemetery.

Cemetery.

Burgundy beads on Bourbon Street

oak and mossThat’s all she wrote… *shrug*… guess I was too busy experiencing to selfie; I did get some writing done on my short detour en route home and have no doubt the Crescent City will show up here and there …now and again on the page.

The Brooklyn Book Festival and my detour to New Orleans came immediately after the passing of my sister-friend (one who supported this writing journey with enthusiasm that was truly a gift and reminded me to celebrate the moments); and though the plan had been taking shape before, the timing is good for giving me space to begin processing and reminding me to do what she would have encouraged, embrace the journey… we don’t know when it will end.

So, until we meet again, NOLA. And A.

 

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