This poem--part homage, part primal scream--is my attempt to deal with the questions my friend Helen's death raised for me, and to honor the life she lived, including the powerful love she had for this city. I've debated whether to post this, concerned that I have already talked about it before… Read full post »

My friend’s boyfriend is flipping out about the Mardi Gras day shootings here in New Orleans. I want to scoff, really I do, but seven people were shot—including an 18-month-old baby—while they were watching parades, arms outstretched, catching beads, only a few blocks from where my… Read full post »