Entries by Christa

Hush

I love Pablo Neruda’s poetry; it is exquisite. If you go to this link on brain pickings where I found this poem, you can hear it read by Sylvia Boorstein. “KEEPING QUIET” by Pablo Neruda Now we will count to twelve and we will all keep still. For once on the face of the earth, let’s […]

Sex isn’t just in the city, it’s in your make-up bag

Musings on make-up: 1. If you want a neon dunderhead sign to appear above your forehead, walk into Sephora and say the following: “You know that spackle stuff you use to fill in holes when you paint walls? I need something like that for the pores in my nose.” 2. I have a tiny bottle of […]

Five things that make me scream, “WTH?”

In no particular order: 1. A woman dining at Huck Finn’s Restaurant & Sports Bar in the French Quarter was given a lunch receipt with the “N-” word and “!00% dislike” printed below the item she’d ordered. Okay…to start, raise your hand if you knew your servers could write messages on the receipts? Not me. […]

Our new baby and it’s FREE

EXCITED to announce the arrival of ONE MORE PAGE: A Fiction Sampler with Writing Advice from 17 Successful Novelists (and I’m included!!!) All of the writers participate in the Girlfriends Book Club blog where we share our agonies and ecstasies as authors and readers and women and moms…well, you’ll see when you get there. Enjoy and share!   […]

Why everyone needs a crap-detector friend

This story starts before Hurricane Katrina. (And, yes, even though it’s been nine years and nine months since the bitch hit New Orleans, it remains—like it does for many New Orleanians—a seminal event in my life…but that’s a post for another day.) I called Carrie Randolph and asked her to meet me at a local […]

Introvert or extrovert…we all start with vert

Because I’m caught between the Domestic Diva-ness of getting the cottage and apartment ready for the vaca guests tomorrow, and playing Florence Nightingale to my husband who just had surgery, I’m just now sitting…just to be sitting. So, I’m “repurposing” a blog post that captures my angsty writing moments:   “Author John Green, who has […]

The one impossible Mother’s Day gift

I’ve been procrastinating writing this post with some legitimacy. The husband had surgery on Friday, all went well thanks to the skilled hands of the physician and the grace of God. I stayed with him overnight, and we arrived home this afternoon. For the next two weeks, he is confined to the house…no riding in cars, […]

Why reading to your children matters

“In the great green room There was a telephone And a red balloon And a picture of—” My youngest child just married a few months ago, but the lines from Margaret Wise Brown’s Goodnight Moon are as familiar to me now as they were decades earlier. They should be. I started reading the book to […]