Life,  Memoir

Life in New Orleans has taught me to keep on walking

Life in New Orleans and the generations before me has taught me that you have to keep on walking even you are fearful and tired. Keep on walking in the middle of the Hurricane. Keep on walking even when you do not know which way you are going.

New Orleans and the generations before me has taught me that you hv to keep on walking even when others are at your feet, on your back and covering your eyes, just keep on walking cripple and blind and when you don’t have the strength to take one more step…..crawl. You have no choice, but to reach your destiny, you will finally get to the right door, you will knock and that door will open just for you and then and only then can you prop your feet and rest for awhile, because the path you walked was designed to follow by the generations behind you. I have to continue to bless my feet so that I can continue to walk into my destiny and leave my legacy.

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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