Here is the church, here is the steeple

I received an email from Trip Advisor, almost immediately after I returned from New Orleans, suggesting that I check out St. Patrick’s Church! That was the main reason I visited the city! The Writing Marathon was the perfect excuse to visit in June but my main intention was to learn more about the church. My current novel began imagining a scene at the top of St. Patrick’s bell tower! I don’t review every place that I visit, so apparently, the travel site thought I’d missed it.

I drove past the church, every day in the early 1990s but only admired it. I never went in. I have visited, attended Mass and toured on my own on recent visits. This time, I scheduled an official tour on the day after the Writing Marathon. I went to Confession, Mass and stayed to pray the rosary with their small group during Adoration. The gentleman leading the rosary clearly knew everyone else, there and nodded to a different person to lead each decade. He nodded to me for the 5th decade! Afterwards, I had a lovely conversation with the woman who had sat in the pew in front of me. She invited me to many upcoming events at the church! I was truly sad to tell her I only had 24 hours left in the city, this time. New Orleans is a small town that pretends to be a big city. Talk to people! Even if you find you don’t know anyone in common–or especially if you don’t–people will invite you to something! Afterwards, I was given a guided tour and made a new friend in the church office! St. Patrick’s offers Masses in both English and Latin. I attended a Latin Mass, years ago when I was in town for a reunion. As a lifelong Catholic who had never attended a Latin Mass, I was a bit lost but captivated!

The arts and crafts style beauty is as much a character in my novel as any fictionalized human. Speaking of beauty, the original murals behind the altar were recently restored and are impressive! New Orleans is saturated in history and some sites retain their splendor. St. Patrick’s is not as old as it’s famous neighbor, St. Louis Cathedral (the oldest continually active church in the United States)! According to church history, St. Patrick’s was commissioned when the Irish Catholics in New Orleans grew tired of attending Mass at St. Louis Cathedral “where God spoke French.” If you are looking for a breathtaking church in New Orleans, you have a plethora to choose from but a visit to St. Patrick’s is worth your time!

Red Rayne

…for the Labor Day Weekend Show

Come Monday, it’ll be alright. Jimmy Buffet lyrics have long been the soundtrack for those ready for a pitcher of margaritas and a cheeseburger in Paradise! (It’s five o’clock, somewhere!) As a Florida native, there was no escape from Jimmy Buffet songs on the beach–played by those tourists covered in oil. (I am the one to blame for the fact that my dermatologist always wants a piece of me now as I eschewed sunscreen then so I wouldn’t smell like a tourist!)

Katrina hit New Orleans ten years after we’d moved away. So many stories, videos and songs followed but Jimmy Buffet’s Breathe In, Breathe Out, Move On was one I gravitated towards and played often. (I keep meaning to find myself a watch “that always just says now!”)

I never made it to Margaritaville when it opened in New Orleans in Storyville. But I’d heard the stories of New Orleans giving Jimmy Buffet his start.You can always stumble across live music in New Orleans and once upon a time, Jimmy was one of those musicians playing on Bourbon Street. Recently, when you and I were not the only ones missing Mardi Gras in 2021, I enjoyed nola.com’s Mardi Gras for All Y’all! Particularly, this segment where they asked Jimmy what New Orleans meant to him.

I’ve not yet read one of his many books. It is simple to find a plethora of Jimmy Buffet quotes online but today, I’m going back to an old , simple favorite.

Don’t try to explain it, just bow your head
Breathe in, breathe out, move on.

Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans?

I was lucky enough to take an impromptu trip down, this summer with friends and some of our kids. The city feeds my soul! I’m always looking for a way to get back to New Orleans. I set the novel I’m trying to finish in the Crescent City. so I can still “travel” there, mentally while I’m in the story! Actually traveling there is much more fun! A few days back in the city was enough to re-energize, enjoy a frozen daiquiri or three and to get the creative juices flowing! It was a nostalgic trip down memory lane while reaffirming that it isn’t the place we want to live at this moment. (Especially in July!)

Also known as “The City that Care Forgot.” New Orleans is as much a city full of poverty, crime and decomposition as it is mansions, parades and rebirth. It’s a city that can be both thrilling and terrifying, haunting and humorous, cultured and crass. I talked about some of that decomposition in my last post. As entertaining as a stroll through the French Quarter is, I couldn’t argue with my young friend who complained “this street stinks!” (The complex aroma of sweat, pot, urine, incense, body odor, cigarettes mixed with seafood cooking smacks you in the nose on a soggy July day!)

Many years ago, a local friend remarked, “New Orleans is a small town that thinks it is a big city.” You can easily turn a corner and run into someone you know–or at least someone who knows someone you know! (Southern hospitality is real, too! I’d asked if I could stay with her one of the nights during my visit. She immediately said yes but that they had a fundraiser/gala to attend that night so I should come along! I ended up at a lovely cocktail reception with my friends, enjoyed meeting more of their friends while we spied several well-known individuals, including the then-mayor of New Orleans! Walking back to the car after the party, we ran into a friend of hers who asked about the family; we ran into another two blocks later!) During my most recent visit, as the teens in our group flipped through vintage vinyl albums in The Louisiana Music Factory, I struck up a conversation with a man behind the counter. I mentioned that I’ve long since parted with the vinyl records I used to own as well as cassettes I listened to when I lived in New Orleans; he mentioned it’s a shame as those albums are hard to find and worth quite a bit! We quickly discovered we shared an alma mater, though we both attended Loyola University in different decades.

The historic mansions in the Garden District and grandiose mansions lining St. Charles still stand, as do the ancient live oaks in Audubon Park. Lafayette Cemetery No. 1 is closed to the public. The Rink looks different than I remember. I recall sipping coffee and writing with a view of the cemetery but the bookstore is there, along with boutiques and a larger coffee shop. Neither the Chopin nor Scheinuk florist shops remain on St. Charles Avenue. Several homes I remember as looking decrepit years ago have been beautifully renovated! It has always been a city were decay abuts growth; you can find something shiny and new adjacent to brokenness and disrepair. In the early 90’s, I’d often walk from my apartment to Loyola and pass exquisite homes beside deteriorating buildings. A couple of years later, one of those buildings was beautifully transformed into luxury apartments. (I was able to see the gorgeous interior after one of my bosses at the time moved in!) There have been obvious changes every time I’ve been back but I took special note of many uptown, this visit as I tried to show friends places I’d lived in the area.

We were only there for a few days, not enough time to visit enough of the amazing restaurants but I did enjoy some new places ! On our last evening in town, we were in Audubon Park and in the mood for Italian. Vincent’s Italian was close and had good reviews, so off we went! The place felt familiar but I was sure I hadn’t been there. (I had–when it was Compagno’s!) I was thrilled to see soft shell crab on the menu! I always hope for soft shell crab when I visit but am often disappointed. That meal made my visit complete and I can’t wait to go back, again!

New Orleans is no longer home but I miss it, each night and day!

Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end

I am moving, virtually! I’m trying this site on for size; we’ll see if it fits! This is a bit like buying a new house. As I set up this new space, much of my writing style (furniture) will be the same as in the old site but I have more room to arrange things differently.

My original blog bears my childhood nickname. It was as much about parenting young children as it was about learning to craft fiction. The first blog needs renovations and updates which are a bit overwhelming. I haven’t sold the house and I’m sure I’ll move a few elements into this new space.

Meanwhile, those young children have grown as has my perspective and my writing. I’m exploring more styles and places to write. It is time for a more mature space bearing my grown-up name!

This site is a true work-in-progress! I am painting the walls and arranging the furniture. As I settle in, I’ll figure out where to hang the photos and have a virtual house-warming party!

I am looking forward to meeting my new neighbors! Feel free to say hi!