

It’s a dreary, rainy day in New Orleans. The atmosphere is quiet, pensive, people are sitting outside, huddled under the dripping tent at Café Degas drinking their mimosas and bloody marys. The red roses on each table appear extra red. Little droplets coat the petals. The paté is nice. I bet the cheese would be…

Water signs – Pisces, Cancer, and Scorpio – are the most emotionally turmoiled horoscope signs. Ruled by their emotions, crying for no reason, lashing out. They cannot help themselves. I cannot help myself. I’ve never thought of myself as a horoscope gal. I don’t really see the point in fitting my personality into an overarching…

New Orleans is associated with heat. Humidity. Unbearable, climbing temperatures that make everyone drip of sweat. Buckets of it. Summers that make the whole city look like a ghost town, everyone hiding from the sun in their air conditioned homes. Locals hardly go to the bars. Shocking, I know. They aim to not leave the…

It turns out a lot of New Orleanians don’t have a car. If one were to stand on the side of the street and watch the modes of transportation pass by, they would see many pedestrians, especially in populated places like the CBD and French Quarter, many cyclists never wearing helmets, motor scooters, standing scooters,…
Currently based in New Orleans, I am a creative nonfiction writer utilizing the styles of lyric essay, poetry, memoir, and reporting with flair. My writing is vulnerable and intimate. I invite you into the most personal parts of me. Together we can discover ourselves, discover New Orleans, and discover the world.