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She is….New Orleans

She is….New Orleans

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“The right person at the wrong time” doesn’t exist when you think about her and the impact she has had on your life. She’s the girl who make you believe in things such as fate and soul mates even. She makes you believe in something bigger than yourself.
The thing she makes you believe in is called love.
Her love is the perfectly imperfect embodiment of the reason why the tide always returns to kiss the shore. Or the reason why the moon is illuminated time after time in the darkness by the sun. They never give up on each other no matter how their paths are separated, they’ll always end up back together, even after all the storms that rage through the skies and the seas.
She made me believe our souls were connected before they fell down to Earth as shooting stars. That is why there is a gravitational pull, pulling me in her direction. To throw her away, dismissing her as a wrong time, would be one of your greatest mistakes.
She is a timeless soul because she will live forever within you. Prepare for a burning soul within her presence because you’ll feel her fiercely even after she is long gone.

By: Eric Hollins

Dedicated to “Momo” Altia Nora 9/15/31-4/16/17

 

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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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