Who’s that Chic anyway???

Hey Y’all, my name is Dee Hollins, a 43yr old New Orleans native, I left my hometown 20 years ago to live in the safe confines of Minnesota’s below zero weather. Year after year I came home, but it never felt like enough. My soul nor my taste buds were ever satisfied living away, so I decided New Orleans needed me to come back lol. Seriously, something in me wanted to return home; I had a yearning that wouldn’t let me rest. I have soul ties with New Orleans. I must admit it’s not easy, but being here feels right deep within the confines of my heart and soul. Nola Chic will serve as a virtual guide, snapshot into New Orleans, a city of love, new beginnings, excitement, and restoration. Allow me to help you understand why we come back, wish we could come back and what it means to miss New Orleans when we are not here.” As you take this walk with me, please be unbiased to all that New Orleans is, how she came to be, the people who love her, and work so hard to keep her alive. There are those who turn a blind eye to her issues, don’t care about her, but constantly have their hands in her rich, soulful soil and resources with no concern for the healing and repair of New Orleans are not true New Orleanians. There’s no way I can teach or show you how to be a New Orleanian, but I can share with you our rich culture, give you the good and ugly facts of what happens within the city and offer tips on how to enjoy your vacation and the locals here. Let me show you there’s more to New Orleans than just the tourist’s map that starts at Canal St & ends at Frenchmen St. There’s no group of people other than a New Orleanians that will embrace a stranger. The locals here make New Orleans what she is; the very reason tourist comes back over and over again. Seriously, do you think you can party on Bourbon Street or any street here without us??? You can not have a true New Orleans experience without New Orleans Locals, period.

I believe that once you converse, dine and party with the locals you will have a greater love understanding and appreciation for New Orleans, not just the “Tourist New Orleans.” If you want to feel the intense, seductive fairytales are true experience with a splash of realness that manifests in all things New Orleans, you need this local to lead the way. Learn what it takes to be a tourist with the borrowed spirited of a local, which can be yours for $19.99 plus shipping and handling lol… Whether it’s living here or visiting, there’s no buying the what it feels like to be here. It’s priceless. cropped-wp-image-844877807.jpg Come into our neighborhoods, grab a taste of real New Orleans Soulfood, buy from the street artist; which may be that homeless guy with that handwritten sign or the young man tap dancing along Canal St. images (37) You will be supporting true locals by going into our communities, not just Mr. Tourist Business Man. Tourism dollars are significant, but you would be insulted to know that you paid $400 a night at a hotel that pays $7.50/hr to housekeeping. Its called “NOLA GROWN” which means you are buying locally from the locals, helping us earn a little bit of the millions that come into the city by tourist alone! After all we, the locals make New Orleans all that she is, was and will be. As you walk with me on this journey of My Nola Life, you will love and embrace my city with all her beautiful, loving faults just as we do… Allow me to help put your fears, concerns, and worries at rest from the media hype so that you can enjoy and be free in the Big Easy! Nola Chic about living, loving, eating, and partying in New Orleans. My topics will be like a big flavorful, spicy, piping hot pot of delicious New Orleans Gumbo! It will be a lil bit of this and a lil bit of that, to create a whole lot of all that! So book that trip or follow me as I share My New Orleans Experiences with you!!

A native of New Orleans, who left her beloved New Orleans to spend twenty years of living in the land of Minnesota Not So Nice. Minnesota was full of opportunities but would learn that the soul of the state and the people who made it was just as icy cold as the temperatures. After the years and my 40th birthday flew by, I decided it was time to pack up my youngest child and come back to my roots, my birthplace the city that not only birthed me but gave me life. I would not be who I am without my New Orleans beginnings. I am all things that would challenge the belief of growing up in New Orleans. I was a 16yr old teen mother of a premature baby born with a severe medical disability. And only With the help of my mother, was it possible for me to BE! I was able to endure and survive the obstacles laid before my child and me. In a city that was built by my family, but did not allow for us to reap the benefits I overcame. Charity Hospital was my second home — a building filled with miracle workers who made it possible for my daughter to have life. I have lived a life of rainy days with peeks of sunshine, that are my children, including those not of my womb. I'm the proud mother of three and a grandmother of three. My dream was to live the life of the nursery rhyme of ”The Old Lady Who lived in a shoe,” and for the most part, I did. I cared for several children over the years as a special needs foster parent. I would learn that my love was not enough for some children, but I loved them through their pain. I'm not sure if I ever had a case of true love or came close to what love looks like on television, but I had my share of men and the mirage of love. I survived two abusive marriages. Though I longed to return to New Orleans on a daily bases, I must admit my move was one of the best decisions made for me. I am a college graduate; I was a successful entrepreneur. I coowned a soul food restaurant and catering company in Minnesota for 12 years. I developed the talent of 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. But with the challenge of creating a simple wedding cake, I was able to find healing. I created the House of Cakes in honor of him. Minnesota life had me pretty materialistic. I worked to the point I do not remember much, but work and handing my children love money. I thought by having the big house on the hill, a husband, having a family, the ultimate provider and being involved in all things that matter, plus having the funds to match would cure me of what I was told was a generational curse of lack of everything from money, love to even self-love. But for the most part, that life poisoned my heart and soul. I was blinded by visions fed to me by the media. I was told I wasn't anything unless I was better than the Jones's. I lived being ok with a broken, bleeding heart. Life like this did not exist in my family while living in New Orleans from what I viewed with my eyes and soul. We may not have had all the things I acquired over the years, but we were happy, we were together. Family outside of New Orleans wasn't family anymore. We lived separate lives and had awkward moments when we bumped into each other in public. I hated living in Minnesota even though life their helped me in so many ways. 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 love 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 just know in my heart that New Orleans will provide for me. There's a bank account with funds in it owed to me by way of back pay for my ancestors. And I will receive my inheritance, and I will continue the traditions and customs of the old to keep the heartbeat of New Orleans beating. I'm down in the boot, living the life that feels right to me awaiting my destiny...

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