Nola Chic Memoir: Thoughts on my move to NOLA last year

I dont know what the hell I was thinking when I decided to give up all I attained & accomplished in MN, I guess I just got tired. Then my dog best friend Chance died, she buried right on side the porch in the garden.. look at my Moomoo creeping out the house..

Starting over is challenging, I think my expectations on life & the people here was too high. I honestly feel disappointed in some here. Plus my Momo died, so that homey feeling has dissipated. I thought we didnt stick together in MN, but its everywhere even in New Orleans I’m sad to find out. I hv met a few real ppl, the men not even the same anymore. What happened to the NOLA Boy, the Hot Boy, that Southern tall dark and handsome with pickup lines dropping from his lips like honey for a chic to lick off just as quickly as the words rolled out.

Somethings just dont feel genuine..Where are my ppl at!!! I’m like smack dead in the middle of the 8th Ward! I went to school in this hood! Where everbody at! It’s lonely here..

Could it be everyone is all for self, because of the gentrification that has erupted like a wildfire….Idk, but Ill keep on pushing & striving, because New Orleans is apart of me, its the reminder I need from my ancestors and family who suffered, but came out on top. I know I made the right decision to move, but at times it feels so lonely, feels weird not being able to be open or worried about not getting a simple hello back in this new New Orleans…

Im thankful for Melanie & Jay who keeps it real with me & we hv unconditional love & support for each other. #lotsofchanges #nolalife


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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