Apparently foodienola (and Anne Rice's mignions) do.
I'd like to take this opportunity to thank Gambit readers - oh, heck; and staff too! - for props issued not only in the most recent Best Of issue, but for many times in the past as well.
My prior employment at the Times-Picayune left me in an awkward position over the years to appropriately express my appreciation for such kind acknowledgment from both the readers and the magazine itself (also a former employer!). So, for all that......my sincerest thanks. - Chris Rose
(And so what if I haven't published a new book since 2007; Faulkner hasn't put out anything in, like, 30 years, and you don't see the local media crawling up his backside about it!)
I'm cranky. My hand hurts. It takes 20 minutes just to type this. Don't mess with the Future of STROUP.
You don't like 'em, don't read 'em! Simple, really. Signed, the Future of STROUP.
RFrancisR.....for someone so learned, (or, at least, so footnoted) it's hard to fathom your sweeping assumption: ALL parents love their children. And you accuse ME of taking the naive way out with love, love, love? ALL parents do not, in fact, love their children. Many, in fact, do not even possess the mammalian reflex to protect or feed their children. Disinterest in offspring is, in fact, the most crippling aspect of our society. Four out of five doctors agree. The record shows.
B. Paul Miranda: You illustrate my point perfectly. By accident, it seems. From your account, it was GOOD parenting that brought these kids through crisis. Through CONCERNED, CARING parenting, they didn't turn to a pistol to carve out their identity and respect, but got guidance and problem-solving care, and worked through it. Do you get it now?
Ladybadness: Funny - space didn't allow me to get into it, but I wanted to write about my kids' reaction to my favorite pasttime.
They used to slump and mumble also. Their chins would nearly disappear into their chests as they tried to make themselves disappear. But then I painted some of the furniture and put it in their rooms and they love it, and they also started painting some of the wooden panels I collected to use as "canvasses" for painting.
And now? My daughter got a ride home from school the other day and rushed into the house nearly breathless: "Daddy!" she exclaimed. "We just passed a great pile of wood down the street. C'mon, I'll show you where it is!"
Ah, the music of children in my ears.
OK, I don't know if G-Bit is down with me doing this, but: Yo, Gangstas of Love: For anyone on the NorthShore who's looking for a few kicks and giggles Friday night (May 21) head on over to the Howlin' Wolf in Mandeville. I will be "performing" stories from my new book-in-progress, called "As Not Seen on Oprah." 8 p.m. Cheap. Y'all come!
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