by Nola

That’s the sound of me falling of the face of the (blogging) Earth. Sorry, loyal reader. Seems when I paint, it dries up my need/desire to write. I am still alive…and full of opinions and frustrations and love of New Orleans. But I haven’t been doing anything noteworthy in the City and writing about my opinions will just get my blood boiling. So I’ve stayed away from here.

But I miss this place. This space over which I rule and reside.

In the coming days, I may just decide my body can handle, may even crave, boiling blood. So get ready. In other words…


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