Let’s Talk Leftovers

Good morning. How’d it go? I’m hoping really well, for the lot of us: beautifully cooked turkeys and plentiful side dishes, everyone reasonably happy, excellent pies. I hope no one got weird. Today’s for leftovers. Pableaux Johnson, the New Orleans photographer and raconteur, is a master of the form. He drives through the wards of…

First My Husband Left, Then My Stuff

Three years after my divorce, I gave my youngest daughter my wedding shoes. They fit perfectly, their pale blue leather straps showcasing the arch of her foot and their three-inch heels elevating her elfin grace. Once upon a time, I slipped these shoes from my feet and dug my toes into the sheepskin rug of…