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Nola Rainy Day Schedule

 

I just love New Orleans rain, the smell & sound reminds me of my childhood. My Mom wld actually do the opposite of what one does when it rained. All the windows where opened along with the back & front door and sat in awe of God’s delight on watering not only the soul of the earth, but ours as well &.

When it started to rain today, I fell in line with my Mom’s tradition, until I noticed the water was not going down, but rising. I watched as it rose to the top of the tires of the cars, trash cans & its contents flowed up the street like boats.

Im not sure why I wasn’t worried, but those out of town where as I shared my pics on Facebook. My Son sent an 😓 Emoji and asked if we where safe, we are. I wonder what is going on with the pumps and why after the devastation of Katrina the water cld get to this level. I love my city, but as I see the people who are put in charge of caring for her only care bout themselves. Hey, if it floods really bad they can fly right out of here, leaving the ppl who really make New Orleans what she is left in distress….

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Nola Chic

Native of New Orleans, who endured 20yrs cruel Minnesota Cold, I decided at 42yrs old it was time to pack up my then 6yr old and come back to my roots. I am all things that would challenge the belief of growing up in New Orleans. I was a 16yr old teen mother of a preterm 2lb baby girl born with a disability. With the help of my mother who had her own struggles. We survived the obstacles laid before us. I'm the proud mother of three children with two failed adoptions, as well as a grandmother of three, two grandsons and a granddaughter. I survived two abusive marriages. I successfully ran a soulfood restaurant and catering company in Minnesota for 12 years. I started creating custom cakes after the murder of my beloved cousin Melvin Paul.  He survived Katrina only to go to Minneapolis six months later to be murdered over a parking spot dispute.  I put my all into my cake business over the years as House of Cakes was started right out of my house in honor of him. I thought by having the big house on the hill, a husband, having a family, foster/adoptive mother at that, being involved in all things that matter, plus having the funds to match would cure me in a sense; but most of it poisoned my heart and soul. I had a broken heart and I felt deep down the only way to repair it was to get back to my roots, my soul, my home,  myself, my New Orleans. I'm here and I'm loving it. Even being in the so called Blighted Area of New Orleans and not having all the financial and material security, I'm happy. I am determined that She, yes New Orleans is a woman is just like me; together we will overcome and will rise from all that tried to kill our spirit. Nothing like starting from the bottom and making your way back up! I'm down in the boot, but I know I have a nice floppy hat awaiting my destiny...

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