Erica was born and raised in Metairie and now lives in Kenner with her husband Michael, her two sons, Benjamin (3 years; truck enthusiast) and Joshua (6 months; drooler extraordinaire), and the bane of her existence, Cuddy the Fish. After graduating from UL Lafayette with a degree in advertising and landing her dream job, she left her chosen field and now works part time as an administrative assistant for a Catholic retreat movement. She spends the rest of her time at home with her boys, finding lost trucks and actively ignoring various messes. In 2019, she self-published her first book, The Sister. In the rare moments she's not working, reading and writing, or chasing her kids, she's probably sprawled on the sofa with a Coke Icee and pretending her house is cleaner than it is.
This is the tale of an act of self-care so small, it’s practically nothing at all. In fact, it’s probably something you're already doing (and probably laughing at me for just starting it).
Did we make it through? I’m not sure.
With the recent announcement that Louisiana will enter Phase I, we seem to be moving forward. Well, we’re moving, I think. In some direction. Possibly forward. Upon...
I feel obligated to start with this disclaimer: I’m very aware that my family is incredibly, exceptionally blessed to have had all the stars in the grandparent universe line up in our favor.
Inspired by Margaret Wise Brown's bedtime classic, Goodnight Moon.
In the messy living room
There was a smartphone
Streaming friends over Zoom
And on the TV--
Another round of cartoons
And there were three squeeze pouches
On juice-stained couches
Shhh, do you hear that?
No? Don’t hear anything?
That’s right. It’s the sound of nothing. It’s the rise of the introverts.
We’ve all been instructed to stay home as much as possible, to practice social distancing,...