We were raised to appreciate the cultures that make New Orleans so eccentric and magical. When My Mama and Daddy was off they really made up for the time they spent away from us, especially My Mama. We frequented festivals, art museums, parks, fancy restaurants (I started eating raw oysters at 6yrs old) and random walks through the city. Even though we were raised Baptist, we visited churches of different denominations. Both my sister and I played the violin and other extracurricular activities. I was an honor roll student throughout high school. Yes, Growing Up in New Orleans as a Latch Key Kid in New Orleans riding on the Bus was was tough and scary at times, but knowing that I we were left alone for a greater purpose made it worth it. Continue reading “Growing Up Latchkey: A Story of Two Sisters’ Independence in New Orleans”
I’m so proud to be born and raised in the incredible city of NEW ORLEANS. The city is enriched with … Continue reading Speak NEW ORLEANS
The dolls reminded me of the painful memories and difficulties growing up in New Orleans with what I was told was the wrong color skin and bad short hair, the only difference was that “Ninkie” was cute and only because she was made in the 80. A lot of my feelings were rooted not in hatred for myself but for the absence of dolls that looked like me. Continue reading My Bittersweet Pickaninny Dolls: New Orleans Vintage Gambina Dolls, Ninkie, and Jody circa 1700s
Chitterlings are part of my childhood memories my mom and sister both taught me their recipe, my version is a combination of both. The smell reminds me a getting ready to go 😆 to my Auntie or my Momo house. Not very ppl eat them anymore but, I will continue to cook them. With all that said who want some??? My Auntie Grace Hollins not here to eat them all. 😆 Dionne Miller Continue reading Chitlins aka Chitterlings: My Family’s Holiday Cooking Tradition with Recipe
In New Orleans, we call it” Pecan Candy,” you may know of it as “Pralines,” but whatever you call it, … Continue reading Pecan Candy (Pralines) Memories Recipe Included
My Transparency and My Love for others feel like a curse at moments like these… As I look back over all the years of pain that is living within the depths of my soul, I sometimes question “Will ever have a moment to birth out this so-called great purpose I’m destined to fulfill?” Continue reading Love’s Veil
WELCOME PRESS CONFERENCE PRESENTED BY THE DOWNTOWN DEVELOPMENT DISTRICT BUSINESS AT BAYOU CLASSIC A BLACK BUSINESS SHOWCASE IN PARTNERSHIP WITH … Continue reading 2022 BAYOU CLASSIC EVENTS
Life and Love during Lockdown caused us to put precautions in place that have us tethering on what looks and feels like a committed relationship – or at the very least, boyfriend and girlfriend.
We have grown closer and become constant support during this challenging time. I experienced emotions that I had for him in the 90s. It’s an enigma how to handle these feelings, knowing that the chapter of any possibility for us to have what I wanted since I met him has been a closed chapter. I questioned if we ever started the love story that debuts in my memories of us. There are days I hype myself up to tell him, but I worry it will destroy what we have. I know he will not give all the way in, so I continue to bask in the light of “Our Now Moments.” Continue reading Life and Love during Lockdown
There was no escaping being a foodie growing up in New Orleans and having several family members involved in the … Continue reading I love New Orleans Food
Before hearing about Partners In Partners in Policy Making or anything relatively close to it, all I knew about advocating for children was my mother’s lioness-like attitude regarding us. She barely had to use her roar to speak up for us. I attempted to find my inner lioness once I became a mother, but it did not come easily. First, I was shy and filled with the guilt of bringing a medically fragile child into this world at such a young age. Second, I was hard on myself and self-conscious because of how others viewed me. I wish I had it in me to speak up for myself at the time, but I did not have the necessary tools to do so. Finally, a life experience would present itself to provoke my inner lioness. Continue reading Adult Child Estrangement and Reconciliation
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