If you live in New Orleans or visiting you are sure to feel the holiday spirit flowing throughout the city in addition to the mesmerizing spirit of New Orleans. The air alone will suffocate the feeling of loneliness as it wraps you up into the heart of the city. No matter your faith, you are sure to get caught up in the spirit and take your off feeling lonely. Continue reading What do the lonely do at Christmas
On this day in 1994 I was admitted into Labor & Delivery to be induced labor due to loss of amniotic fluid, my baby was in my womb in a partially dried-up water bag. Being forced into labor was the worse pain ever. I cried to my Mama, begged for drugs, epidural or to be knocked unconscious. I couldn’t take the pain, but I would … Continue reading Happy Birthday to my One and Only Son & Happy Birthing Anniversary to Me!!
The issues I had with being defined as “Dark and Ugly” came from people outside our family in the beginning. I was darker one in my family and if subconsciously and if possible in the womb I knew the prettiest girls were lighter with so-called good hair and not girls who looked like me. I wouldn’t truly understand that being dark-skinned with nappy hair meant something bad and ugly until I started school. My short afro puff ponytails were mocked and ridiculed along with my chocolate-colored skin. This would be the beginning of a long journey of questioning who I was, searching for validation, depression all because I was trained to believe that the color of my skin and texture of my hair wasn’t good enough or acceptable, which in turn made me worthless to the world so I thought.
Being the tallest, darkest and nappiest girl was difficult, but it got better, much better. It was like one day I went to the mirror on the wall and she responded, “Girl, the dark-skinned, nappy-headed tall girls are IN! You made it Sista, you are now included in the most beautiful of them all!” I am a Swan now and I have been basking in my lil pond celebrating Me without splashing water on my haters. I actually let them swim with me!
Seriously though, I believe it’s because we became aware of what we were doing to each other. We realized that we fell for the hype of European beauty standards that we allowed it to divide us for years. Continue reading My Nola Life: Growing up Tall, Dark-Skinned with Nappy Hair
I have always been real with y’all since my Nola Chic persona was created, living my life like an open window. I love New Orleans and everything that has come from her womb. In all honesty, being home has proved good for my soul, but it came with a pretty hefty price tag. This shit looks glamorous and entertaining, but it wasn’t long before I … Continue reading Slippin… “I gots to get up. Get me back on my feet so I can tell y’all bout this girl named Nola.”
Remembering Hurricane Katrina brings up a host of painful emotions, pains that we can not escape. The date feels like a bandaid that has been ripped off, exposing unhealed festering wounds. Those affected by Katrina may look and act as though they are healed, but underneath the scab lays layers of trauma.
Thinking back to Hurricane Katrina and observing all the changes in these fourteen years, it appears that the Survivors of Hurricane Katrina are put on display to stir emotions and not the mere acknowledgment of their survival. There are stories behind those voiceless pictures.
This will be my first time speaking of this ever in life, and as I share, I hope I can free myself from twenty-eight years of guilt and pain. I have asked God and My’Tae for forgiveness, and some years ago, I had the same dream about being pregnant, giving birth, and burying my baby over and over again. A voice told me I was too young to know what was going on with my body, nor did I have a clue about sex, and that I had been forgiven at the very moment I was going through it. It helped some, but still… Continue reading Remembering my baby girl, My’Tae Antionette. Shame and embarrassment silenced me from saying her name.
I wonder why isn’t Juneteenth celebrated on a larger scale in New Orleans, primarily when the city is known to celebrate some of the strangest things. We have festivals for food, a voodoo fest, a Greek Fest, a whiskey fest, and the list of fest goes on. Is it the sensitivity of the issue at hand that has some cringing at the even written word “J.U.N.E.T.E.E.N.T.H? Is it not celebrated as it should, because some think it’s “just for black” as if white people didn’t assist in this life-changing day? Is it hard for some to accept that Slavery did happen and by way of their lineage? Can we stop avoiding “The Talk”about the day African Americans became “real people” to the government? It happened and we need to celebrate days, events such as Juneteenth together to prevent slavery from happening again. Continue reading My Nola Life-What I know and may not know about Juneteenth
Today is Father’s Day, and like some of you, my father is not here on earth, and I miss him dearly. My life is taking me to a place where I know my Daddy would have been to guide, support, and protect me. My Daddy, George Albert Price, was a well known New Orleanian Businessman, outgoing, fun loving, wonderful man. Many people loved him. He … Continue reading Missing My Daddy, George Price on Father’s Day
The funeral for Leah Chase, a chef and civil rights icon, showcased a street culture that continues to flourish in the city she helped revive. — Read on http://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2019/06/13/us/new-orleans-funerals.html Continue reading How New Orleans Celebrates Its Dead – The New York Times
Hurricane Katrina survivor Warren Brown and his wife Kenyetta Woodard have survived yet another natural disaster. A confirmed tornado tore through parts of Abilene, Texas early Saturday morning, according to the National Weather Service. Residents had described seeing the tornado around 6 a.m. Saturday. Several homes were destroyed, and many were left without roofs. No fatalities or major injuries reported. “I watched it through the … Continue reading Hurricane Katrina Surivior Warren Brown surivives tornado in closet with wife in Abilene, TX: “I watched the thing eat up my house.”