Uptown

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St. Charles Mansion

As I was riding around today running various errands and smelling the hints of autumn on Ike’s final winds, I was thinking about how many recent representations of New Orleans have featured areas prone to flooding, neighborhoods still struggling to return after Katrina and from general poverty, and, of course, the French Quarter.  Continue reading →

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Stormy Skies on Freret

I knew when I left my house this morning that rain and wind would hamper my ride home. But I just can’t bear to drive to school. I am addicted to my bicycle. Continue reading →

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Downed Tree on Calhoun

The air was surprisingly cool tonight in New Orleans as I rode my bike home from the gym and coffee with C.  My ride to work this morning was hard, partly because I was tired but also because of the heat.  Continue reading →

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Nighttime Ride In New Orleans

I’m home.  I’m thrilled to be home and thrilled to have a home to be in.  After all manner of pushing luggage and trees around I borrowed N.’s bike (mine’s still in the shop) and took a spin around town.  Continue reading →

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Termite Tenting on Prytania

I am back on the bike after a long trip to Texas and a visit from a bike-less sister. I can’t believe how much it affected me to be off the bike. I haven’t felt quite right, and my timing has been off; it is as if I have been in the twilight zone. Continue reading →

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The Fly

It was hot today, really, really hot.  Since I’ve been busily moving I have been taking mostly task rides lately.  But today I wanted to ride, just ride, as far as I could go.  Continue reading →

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Third and Laurel

Last night’s bike ride exposed a few minor problems with my dear bicycle.  N. came over this afternoon to help readjust the handlebars, fix the seat, and realign the back wheel after my silly fall the other day.  Continue reading →

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Bear Statue In Uptown

After retrieving my bicycle from last night’s hijinx, I groggily rode home and then to an appointment.  I was in no place to ride, honestly, but I have reached the point where it doesn’t even occur to me to take my car unless I’m making an airport run.  Continue reading →

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FEMA Trailer Park/Park on Laurel

I moved to New Orleans last year, sight unseen.  I rented my house from an ad on the Tulane housing website, simply hoping it would work out.  Continue reading →

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Thunderstorms in Uptown

My dear friend S. is leaving in the morning, and I am so very sad. S. is the kind of friend you think only people on TV get to have–you know, the kind who see the world just as you do, except when they don’t, in which case they let you see something entirely differently. Now that is a gift. Continue reading →