Community,  Culture,  Memoir,  New Orleans,  Non-fiction

We are New Orleans

I came across this pic I took awhile ago and it made me think of all of you..

Wondering if you had bouts of sadness, worry, anger, felt afraid and the list of symptoms that come with PTSD after surviving Katrina.

You may wonder why someone worked on your last nerve today, while you tried to make the best of this rainy day schedule. I’m pretty sure the city was full of eyes stuck on the TV screens only taking a break to look outside to see how much water accumulated on your block, I know I did. If I was a betting person, I wld hv made a bet about pump failure, because I wasn’t certain they really fixed them after hearing the Rep say ” the pumps needed more time to pump more than 3 inches of water” why we can’t get the pumps that can pump feet of water at a time??? The money is there, but I guess they using it for their private planes outta here.. IDK

I just wanted you all to know that you were in my thoughts and prayers today. Being who I am, is more than just being “some Chic” who talks about the things happening in our city. I created “NOLA Chic and the Nola Life page, because yes I love New Orleans, but loving New Orleans means loving the people of New Orleans.

The people of New Orleans are New Orleans, the city would not be nothing without the locals/natives of this city. The people are New Orleans, we make this city great, they can’t do it without You! ⚜💛🖤💯

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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