Dispatches
Dispatches from Home – New Year’s Eve 2019
As Father Time shuffles off this mortal coil and awaits the arrival of the New Year baby, I’ve come to the end of the year and the decade amazed at how quickly 3,650 days disappeared. I’ve also pondered the grains…
Dispatches from Home – Christmas Eve 2019
Christmas is many things to many people. Giving special gifts. Traveling to unusual places. Fun with special people. But most of all, Christmas is a season of traditions. Each year at this time, families all over the world re-create those…
Dispatches from Home – Camille 1969 50 Years Ago August 2019
The crazy, chaotic summer of 1969 is remembered for many things: Woodstock, Chappaquiddick, the moon landing, the Zodiac Killer, and Charles Manson. But for those of us who lived on the Mississippi Gulf Coast, we remember only one thing about…
Dispatches from Home – Father’s Day 2019
For those who knew my father, you know how gregarious he was, never meeting a stranger. Boy! Pop could talk, but only when he had something to say. Otherwise, he was hidden behind the latest issue of the Daily Error,…
Dispatches from Home -I don’t want realism. I want magic!
Greetings! I’ve learned from experience that it takes me a week or so to recuperate from the draining, emotional high that a play–especially a musical like “A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum–conjures within me. During that…
Dispatches from Home – A Future Train Ride.
Greetings! I just finished watching Kenneth Branagh’s remake of Agatha Christie’s classic tale of murder on the Orient Express. While watching the movie, I could not help but think of a time in the not-too-distant future–when my dear mother no…
Dispatches from Home – Mother’s Day.
Mother’s Day 2017 was spent at home. The demons of dementia are respecters of none, nor do they honor a special day set aside to honor our dear mothers. And this weekend, those demons have been very active, dashing around…
Dispatches from Home – My Dad. A Remembrance.
Twenty years ago, January 11, 1997, was cold, bitterly cold. The sun was shining, though, its warming rays sprinkling the winter garden of the Brent House Hotel in New Orleans with sparkling rays of sunshine. As I sat quietly reading,…
Dispatches from Home – A Day That Will Live In Infamy.
A Day That Will Live In Infamy! This Pearl Harbor Remembrance appeared on my December 6, 2014, Facebook Memories. It evoked precious memories, so I’m posting it again: I have two remembrances of this day, one from a dear lady…