We complain in the midst of other’s suffering over the silliest things.
We worry about our status in life, while someone is happy to just be alive.
Some kinda way we escaped disaster, but there is someone living right in it.
Someone can’t turn the lights on to see where their pain comes from.
Someone is hungry, but we just tossed a perfectly good meal.
We stop speaking to a loved one, giving up on them, because of flaw, while another is shifting through rubble to find there’s in order to have closure and say goodbye.
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Dat NOLA Chic is a cultural liaison and freelance writer who is passionate about sharing her New Orleans culture with others. She serves as a bridge between cultures and provides a unique perspective on the city's history, traditions, and people.
Dat NOLA Chic believes new Orleans is alive with a loving, resilient mothering soul whose spirit is kept alive within the hearts of New Orleanians.
Please accept this invitation to experience New Orleans through the eyes of a local who is a sixth-generation New Orleanian who has experienced the joys and pains that come with living in New Orleans.
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Someone can’t turn the lights on to see where their pain comes from. 
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