Free Lunch, Free Laundry, Free Live Music and Neighborhood Love at Melba’s

On Wednesday, June 19, the LaundryCares Foundation hosted a Free Laundry Day event in New Orleans at Melba’s and my daughter and I, along with my next door neighbor, had the pleasure to attend. Melba’sconjunction with the Clinton Foundation and Laundry Cares Foundation in the 8th Ward of New Orleans. Scott Wolfe, CEO of Melba’s and New Orleans treated the community to Free Laundry including a 30 gal laundry bag, Free Laundry supplies, Free Books, Staff Read to the children, Free Full Lunch, Free Snowball and live entertainment by Nola Brass Band!!!

I spoke with Scott Wolfe in the past, and he stood true to his words of being genuinely committed to assisting the growth of both only the 8th Ward, but the entire city of New Orleans. I commend the staff on how well they handled the of hungry customers standing in line to get their free lunch. Melba’s employees kept the food stocked, and hot treated all the customers with kindness and respect even the ones waving their free lunch ticket in the air asking how much longer they had to wait on their fried shrimp and fish po-boy.

An older woman from Scott’s family entertained my daughter and my little neighbor. She read books with them and made Melba’s videos with them. I was so busy taking pics of everyone else I forgot to take a pic of them. And when I thought of it she, asked if my daughter and I had taken a picture together, we hadn’t. Instead of taking a picture with her, we grabbed Scott and took one with him. To think about it being there felt like a mini friend and family reunion. I ran into so many people I hadn’t seen since I came back from Minnesota. Some of us are outside on the picnic tables and caught up with the affairs of our lives. Yes, we had a good Nola ole time!

It was a fantastic event, and I sensed that Scott and his family were happy to be in the position to give back to the community they once l lived.

I’m excited to announce that Melbas will donate to my Nola Children’s Business Fair as well🙌🏾⚜️🥰🖤💛🌟🤣🤸🏽‍♀️🎈

For more information on Laundry Cares, check out the article link below.



A native of New Orleans, who left her beloved New Orleans to spend twenty years of living in the land of Minnesota Not So Nice. Minnesota was full of opportunities but would learn that the soul of the state and the people who made it was just as icy cold as the temperatures. After the years and my 40th birthday flew by, I decided it was time to pack up my youngest child and come back to my roots, my birthplace the city that not only birthed me but gave me life. I would not be who I am without my New Orleans beginnings. I am all things that would challenge the belief of growing up in New Orleans. I was a 16yr old teen mother of a premature baby born with a severe medical disability. And only With the help of my mother, was it possible for me to BE! I was able to endure and survive the obstacles laid before my child and me. In a city that was built by my family, but did not allow for us to reap the benefits I overcame. Charity Hospital was my second home — a building filled with miracle workers who made it possible for my daughter to have life. I have lived a life of rainy days with peeks of sunshine, that are my children, including those not of my womb. I'm the proud mother of three and a grandmother of three. My dream was to live the life of the nursery rhyme of ”The Old Lady Who lived in a shoe,” and for the most part, I did. I cared for several children over the years as a special needs foster parent. I would learn that my love was not enough for some children, but I loved them through their pain. I'm not sure if I ever had a case of true love or came close to what love looks like on television, but I had my share of men and the mirage of love. I survived two abusive marriages. Though I longed to return to New Orleans on a daily bases, I must admit my move was one of the best decisions made for me. I am a college graduate; I was a successful entrepreneur. I coowned a soul food restaurant and catering company in Minnesota for 12 years. I developed the talent of 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. But with the challenge of creating a simple wedding cake, I was able to find healing. I created the House of Cakes in honor of him. Minnesota life had me pretty materialistic. I worked to the point I do not remember much, but work and handing my children love money. I thought by having the big house on the hill, a husband, having a family, the ultimate provider and being involved in all things that matter, plus having the funds to match would cure me of what I was told was a generational curse of lack of everything from money, love to even self-love. But for the most part, that life poisoned my heart and soul. I was blinded by visions fed to me by the media. I was told I wasn't anything unless I was better than the Jones's. I lived being ok with a broken, bleeding heart. Life like this did not exist in my family while living in New Orleans from what I viewed with my eyes and soul. We may not have had all the things I acquired over the years, but we were happy, we were together. Family outside of New Orleans wasn't family anymore. We lived separate lives and had awkward moments when we bumped into each other in public. I hated living in Minnesota even though life their helped me in so many ways. 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 love 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 just know in my heart that New Orleans will provide for me. There's a bank account with funds in it owed to me by way of back pay for my ancestors. And I will receive my inheritance, and I will continue the traditions and customs of the old to keep the heartbeat of New Orleans beating. I'm down in the boot, living the life that feels right to me awaiting my destiny...

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