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Zulu On The Bayou Mother’s Day Festival

Zulu on the Bayou Mother’s Day Festival – Sunday 11a-7p
Original Big 7 Second Line Parade – Sunday

 

Original Big Seven Second Line Parade

906×680 Original Big 7 [Photo by Action Jackson]

Original Big 7 [Photo by Action Jackson]

Original Big 7 [Photo by Action Jackson]
Sunday, May 13, 2018 – 

1:00pm to 5:00pm

Coming Up Soon

MAY
20

Zulu Second Line Parade

Sunday, May 20 at 1:00pm – 5:00pm

MAY
20

Westbank Super Sunday

Sunday, May 20 at 1:00pm – 6:00pm

MAY
20

Divine Ladies Second Line Parade

Sunday, May 20 at 1:00pm – 5:00pm

MAY
27

Money Wasters Second Line Parade

Sunday, May 27 at 1:00pm – 5:00pm

JUN
3

New Orleans Bayou Steppers Second Line Parade

Sunday, June 3 at 1:00pm – 5:00pm

JUN
17

Perfect Gentlemen Second Line Parade

Sunday, June 17 at 1:00pm – 5:00pm

JUN
24

Uptown Swingers Second Line Parade

Sunday, June 24 at 1:00pm – 5:00pm
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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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