I drafted a number of e-mails back in late September that I never sent. Most of them were intended for my extended family, as we discussed the events of September 11. I’m not sure why I never sent them. I guess I just despaired of getting my point across. The Apostle Paul warns, “Do not [...]
Death. You know, it seems absurd, but actually the death of our cat Bilal is the closest that death has touched my life — ever. Considering that I’m now 35, I think that’s pretty fucking weird. But then again: This was a sudden, unexpected death… We found the body ourselves… We had to figure out [...]
Living, working, loving, playing in the great, tragic city of New Orleans. My hood: Mid-City. This is my personal blog which features all the joys and sorrows and random musings that comprise the story of my life.
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