Here, at New Orleans Mom, our team has been busy learning about the effects of systematic racism and white privilege. We participated in #sharethemicnow to lift up voices of moms of color in our local community. We've been supporting...
February holds a lot of events. We have a day to celebrate love, we enjoy all things king cake and Carnival, and we celebrate a heritage that holds a major part of history. I remember growing up, year-round, my...
"I'll finish this wedding album Monday," I thought to myself. It was finally Friday, and near the end of the workday. My plans for the weekend were simple: have a relaxing evening with my husband, maybe head to a friend's house, take...
This month for our "Be the Change Spotlight" I'd like to introduce you to The Beautiful Foundation. I spoke with Lauren Perry, Director of the foundation, and am so excited to share all I learned about this exciting nonprofit...
{see also :: New Orleans is Sending Houston LOVE}
My Katrina Days :: An Anniversary Reflection
We decided to stay. We had just evacuated for the previous storm, spent hours in traffic, and came home to a few leaves on the...
June 19th, do you know that this day has meaning? Three years ago, I didn’t. I should have, it’s about our culture, our history, it’s a day about freedom. African American Freedom.
June 19th also known as Juneteenth, the black...
This month for our “Be the Change Spotlight” I’d like to introduce you to Innocence Project New Orleans, an organization committed to freeing innocent, life-sentenced prisoners.
How Innocence Project New Orleans got started
Innocence Project New Orleans (IPNO) began in 2000...
On Sunday, August 28th, 2005, instead of celebrating my husband's 30th birthday with our friends and family at a surprise luau, we spent the majority of our day cramped in our truck filled to the brim with photo albums...
I’d never lived anywhere with spirit.
Growing up an Air Force brat, most of the places I’d called “home” consisted of people whose actual homes were in different states or even different countries. We were all transplants; our housing was temporary....
My family has lived in New Orleans for generations. I remember them talking about Betsy all the time, “I didn’t evacuate for Betsy” and “I survived Betsy” blah blah blah. But this storm coming, this storm was different. It...
It’s that time. Red, White and Blue everything. BBQ’s, hot dogs and pool parties. As a kid, all I remembered was hamburgers and fireworks on that day. As an adult, I don’t celebrate the 4th of July. Matter of...
The evening of Friday, August 27 was the first time I put the news on my television in years. I hate televised news. Local, national, all of it. It's not the people (most of the time) but the method....
It’s August 28, 2005.
We watch helplessly as long lines of New Orleanians make their way into the Superdome, clutching pillowcases, suitcases, and small children.
We watch this scene on a small TV screen in New York’s JFK airport, squeezed into...
Before I begin, let me acknowledge and concede that I don't have the answers. I don't pretend to. I know we are in the age of identity politics but I do not fall into that category. I align with...