You CAN “do” outside in August in Louisiana!

For the first time in over a month hubby and I had a Saturday where we could do some hiking and picture taking. It was a wonderful release.

A place that’s been on our”gotta visit” list is the Southeast Louisiana National Wildlife Refuge Headquarters in Lacombe, just 15 minutes from our house.

Upon entering the site, you’re drawn to the landscaping. The attention to detail is apparent and it reaches back over 200 years.

This site is rich in history and beauty. The August heat appeared to be too much to handle, but it really wasn’t at this site because of the abundance of trees. We arrived at 10 AM and were done by noon.

Here is a brief rundown of the history of this paradise in Lacombe, taken from one of the info boards:

Likely a portion of French or Spanish Land Grant during the Colonial Era, the earliest known owner was Louis Reggio prior to 1820. The property changed hands a number of times later that century, with the Cousin and Ducre names common today in the Lacombe area among the owners during this period into the 20th century.

The land was acquired in 1935 by Judge Wayne Borah (the youngest Federal Judge in the country at the time), who built a residence.


This structure is a Chimney Swift Tower

He and his family did extensive landscaping, laying out the foundation which is known today as the “Bayou Gardens” of Lacombe.

In 1946 the home and gardens were acquired by former (crooked) Louisiana Governor Richard Leche, who settled into the lush surroundings with his family and continued the cultivation of the Bayou Gardens.

In 1956 the land was acquired by the Redemptorist religious order and in 1960 the Holy Redeemer Seminary opened. The seminary closed in 1980, but members of the order continued to live at the site, holding religious retreats. And apparently, a cemetery was established for the priests that stayed until the end of their lives.

The rear of the residence gives way to a great lawn that faces Bayou Lacombe

This site is loaded with walking trails, as shown in the map below

There are walking trails off to each side of the great lawn that are easy to maneuver and full of small surprises if you look for them

A trail that begins at the parking lot of the Refuge leads down to a grotto

which leads to a rudimentary brick staircase:

Made with local bricks

This same trail will also bring you to a lovely little area to sit and ponder the beauty of Bayou Lacombe

If you walk it a little while longer, it brings you to another pensive sight overlooking a pond.


The visitor center is huge and loaded with information and displays.


This little girl was killed by a car in Bayou Teche and her remains were saved and brought to the headquarters

The Headquarters represents the eight of Southeast Louisiana (SELA) Refuges:

Atchafalaya (prounounced A-Cha-FaH-lie-ya)

Bayou Sauvage (through which I traverse on my daily commute)

Bayou Teche (prounounced Tesh)

Big Branch Marsh (in our backyard)

Bogue Chitto (prounounced Boog gah Chitta)

Breton – close to my heart because it’s a bird refuge

Delta National Wildlife Refuge

Mandalay – only accessible by boat, near Houma, Louisiana.

A visit to the Bayou Lacombe Center is a win-win situation any time of the year. Besides all of the hiking trails, the kids would love the Visitors Center for the displays (lots of interactive stuff there too). The best part is that admission is FREE!! You can get to the Bayou Lacombe Center by taking exit 74 on I-12. Staffed by volunteers, the visitor center is open Thursdays-Saturdays from 9:00am to 4:00pm. Volunteers are needed to help run the visitor center. Please contact the volunteer coordinator at 985-882-2024.

Ch-ch-ch-changes

I woke up today feeling very vulnerable and sad. I really can’t pin down the reason for being blue. I guess it has a lot to do with what’s going on in my life right now. All the thoughts and repressed emotions have bubbled up and today was the day that they reached the surface of my consciousness.

Don’t take this wrong, I’m not writing a “woe is me” post, just airing out these things to try to put them in perspective.

One of the oldest issues I’ve been carrying around is my impending loss of employment. It’s not the losing the job that bothers me as much as losing touch with people I’ve literally grown up with:

We will soon scatter to different parts of the country, perhaps never to meet again. Social media will help some of us keep connected, which makes it a little easier.

Actually I’m excited about my future. I have absolutley no idea what I’ll end up doing and that doesn’t really bother me. I’ve done the corporate things for more than half my life and I am over it!

My beautiful, sweet 23 year old daughter left for her last semester of school today. That makes me melancholy . While I truly enjoy my alone time, I cherish the time that she and I get to spend together. She has grown up smart and strong and I am extremely proud of her.

She will be graduating in December at a Chef/Nutritionist. She and I spend so much time talking about food, exploring grocery stores, creating recipes and eating. I miss her presence.

My husband’s 86 year old mother passed away last week and the services were on July 30th. I believe the catalyst for my sadness was the memorial services. While she led a fruitful and long life, I was saddened to see her family suffering emotionally, especially her 90+ year old sisters.

Life is full of changes and we get through them any way we can. We become stronger by surviving the not so good changes. Experience is a fantastic teacher. The good changes in life also mold our character as we go through life. We experienced a good change a few weeks ago when we adopted a puppy. A huge, excitable puppy.

His name is Deuce and he is five months old. 55 pounds. He’s part Lab, part Chesepeake Bay Retriever. He drove me to frustrated tears today. See, Deuce had a little sore on his leg so he had to have a the E-cone put over his head. The cone is falling apart because Deuce is such a goofball so he runs into things. I was trying to tape the cone together this morning and it was impossible to do by myself and I lost it. I am not a dog person. While Deuce is extremely smart, he’s still just a puppy and I don’t know where to start in calming him down. He’s fine right now while I’m sitting on the sofa typing. But the minute I get up he starts wagging his tail and wants to jump. Someone tell me WHAT is a way to get a puppy’s attention? It’s driving me mad! He will sit on command (for a second), but his puppyness makes him have a very, very short attention span.

So yeah, life is full of changes and I’m happy to embrace them. I guess we just have to take some days off and process all the changes and regroup our emotions so we can get through life. That’s what I’m doing today and that’s why I posted this, it helped! Thanks.

ReX Announces: Toys For Tots / It’s Yours, Take It


NoLA Rising has a long history of distributing artwork at no cost to the New Orleans area. After hurricane Katrina, it was a guiding mission of Rex to replace street signs and paint signs of hope for those who had returned to the city. One person made a movement of dozens of artists.
For the fourth installment of New Orleans’ It’s Yours, Take it, Rex would like to continue the practice of a holiday art swap. For the third year in a row, artwork has been created and sent in for a toy for art swap to raise toys for the Marine Corps Toys for Tots program. The premise is simple: Someone brings a brand new toy in a box to donate to children and they get to take a piece of art with them. The toys are then donated to the Marine Corps’ Toys for Tots program for their annual distribution.
Last year, we again had well over 120 toys donated for the cause and had a small garrison of Marines there to support the cause.
The exchange will be Saturday, December 11th from 12:00 to 3:00  pm at the HiHo Lounge, 2239 St. Claude Ave, New Orleans.

How the Oilspill Can Affect Your Health

Information you need to know if you’re participating in the oilspill clean-up or live in the gulf coast area (just how does inhaling oil fumes affect us here?). Of special note are the toxicity effects on children and pregnant women. Thanks to Mom’s Rising for alerting us to this valuable information. The following can be found online here.

Gulf Oil Spill Health Hazards

 

Dr. Michael Harbut, Karmanos Cancer Institute

Dr. Kathleen Burns, Sciencecorps

Many people will be exposed to airborne and waterborne chemicals as a result of the BP Gulf of Mexico spill.  It is important to understand the potential toxic effects and take appropriate steps to prevent or reduce exposure and harm.

Crude Oil Fact Sheet

Crude oil contains hundreds of chemicals, comprised primarily of hydrogen and carbon (e.g., simple straight chain paraffins, aromatic ring structures, naphthenes), with some sulfur, nitrogen, metal, and oxygen compounds (see Table D-1 in CDC, 1999 linked below).  Crude oil composition varies slightly by its source, but its toxic properties are fairly consistent. Chemicals such as benzene and polycyclic aromatic hydrocarbons (PAHs) are very toxic components of crude oil and of high concern.  These and other chemicals are volatile, moving from the oil into air.  Once airborne, they blow over the ocean for miles, reaching communities far from the oil spill.  They can be noticed as petroleum odors. Those working on the spill and people far from it can be exposed to crude oil chemicals in air.

We have prepared 1 page summaries for the public and for workers.  You can download and print them.

www.sciencecorps.org/crudeoilhazards-public.pdf

www.sciencecorps.org/crudeoilhazards-workers.pdf

Chemicals being applied to the water, such as dispersants, are also of concern.  We don’t have chemical composition details at this time, so can’t provide information on health hazards, beyond noting that most are reported to contain petroleum distillates, which pose health hazards when aspirated.  See EPA’s summary of oil spill response products (March 2010): http://www.epa.gov/emergencies/docs/oil/ncp/notebook.pdf

Exposure

Exposure can occur through skin contact, inhalation of contaminated air or soil, and ingestion of contaminated water or food. These can occur simultaneously.  Exposure pathways may result in localized toxicity (e.g., irritation of the skin following contact), but most health effects are systemic because ingredients can move throughout the body.  Exposure varies based on the duration and concentrations in contaminated media. Differences may result from location, work and personal activities, age, diet, use of protective equipment, and other factors.  Concurrent exposure to other toxic chemicals must be considered when evaluating toxic effects. Some chemicals in crude oil are volatile, moving into air easily, and these can often be detectable by smell.

Basic Physiological Effects

Crude oil is a complex mixture of chemicals that have varying abilities to be absorbed into the body through the skin, lungs, and during digestion of food and water. Most components of crude oil enter the bloodstream rapidly when they are inhaled or swallowed. Crude oil contains chemicals that readily penetrate cell walls, damage cell structures, including DNA, and alter the function of the cells and the organs where they are located. Crude oil is toxic, and ingredients can damage every system in the body:

respiratory                                                  nervous system, including the brain

liver                                                             reproductive/urogenital system

kidneys                                                       endocrine system

circulatory system                                      gastrointestinal system

immune system                                         sensory systems

musculoskeletal system

Damaging or altering these systems causes a wide range of diseases and conditions. In addition, interference with normal growth and development through endocrine disruption and direct damage to fetal tissue is caused by many crude oil ingredients (CDC, 1999). DNA damage can cause cancer and multi-generational birth defects.

Acute Exposure Hazards – brief exposure at relatively high levels[1]

Crude oil contains many chemicals that can irritate the skin and mucous membranes on contact.  Irritant effects can range from slight reddening to burning, swelling (edema), pain,and permanent skin damage.   Commonly reported effects of acute exposure to crude oil through inhalation or ingestion include difficulty breathing, headaches, dizziness, nausea, confusion, and other central nervous system effects. These are more likely to be noticed than potentially more serious effects that don’t have obvious signs and symptoms: lung, liver and kidney damage, infertility, immune system suppression, disruption of hormone levels, blood disorders, mutations, and cancer.

Chronic Exposure Hazards – long-term exposure at relatively low levels

This type of exposure should be avoided, if at all possible, because the potential for serious health damage is substantial.  Chronic health effects are typically evaluated for specific crude oil components (see CDC, 1999), and vary from cancer to permanent neurological damage.  They cover a range of diseases affecting all the organ systems listed above.

Susceptible Subgroups

Children are vulnerable to toxic chemicals in crude oil that disrupt normal growth and development.  Their brains are highly susceptible to many neurotoxic ingredients. Endocrine disruptors in crude oil can cause abnormal growth, infertility, and other health conditions. Children’s exposures may be higher than adults and can include contaminated soil or sand. Newborns are especially vulnerable due to incompletely formed immune and detoxification systems.

Many people with medical conditions are more susceptible to crude oil toxicity because chemical ingredients can damage organ systems that are already impaired. Specific susceptibilities depend on the medical condition (e.g., inhalation poses risks for those with asthma and other respiratory conditions).

People taking medications that reduce their detoxification ability, and those taking acetaminophen, aspirin, haloperidol, who have nutritional deficiencies or who concurrently drink alcohol may be more susceptible. Some inherited enzyme deficiencies also increase susceptibility (listed in CDC, 1999).

People exposed to other toxic chemicals at work or home may be at higher risk.

Pregnancy places increased stress on many organ systems, including the liver, kidneys, and cardiovascular system. Chemicals in crude oil that are toxic to these same systems can pose serious health risks. Pregnancy also requires a careful balance of hormones to maintain a health pregnancy and healthy baby. Endocrine disruptors in crude oil can jeopardize the hormone balance.

The developing fetus is susceptible to the toxic effects of many chemicals in crude oil. Many cause mutations, endocrine disruption, skeletal deformities, and other types of birth defects.


Personal and Public Protection

It is critical that people who work with or around crude oil wear appropriate personal protective equipment such as gloves, masks, respirators, and water repellant clothing, to minimize exposure.  The necessary equipment will depend on the kind of exposure that can occur (dermal, inhalation, ingestion). See OSHA guidance at OSHA 2010 link below. Susceptible members of the public require notice when exposure may occur (e.g., when contaminated air masses move inland) so they can take protective actions.

Sources

CDC, 1999:  http://www.atsdr.cdc.gov/ToxProfiles/tp123.pdf

OSHA, 2010: http://www.osha.gov/Publications/3172/3172.html

NLM: http://sis.nlm.nih.gov/dimrc/oilspills.html – very limited information on human health

The National Toxicology Program (NIEHS-NIH) provides information on carcinogenic crude oil ingredients (e.g., benzene) & limited information on reproductive hazards http://ntp.niehs.nih.gov/

California’s EPA provides a list of chemicals know to cause cancer and/or reproductive harm: http://www.oehha.org/prop65/prop65_list/files/P65single040210.pdf

Children’s Health – International pediatric consensus statement regarding children’s susceptibility to toxic chemicals: http://www3.interscience.wiley.com/cgi-bin/fulltext/119425377/HTMLSTART This contains a link to 120 scientific papers presented at the Conference on Children’s Susceptibility to Environmental Hazards.

Federal focus on children’s environmental health including policies designed to protect children: http://yosemite.epa.gov/ochp/ochpweb.nsf/content/homepage.htm

It is useful to directly consult the medical literature to obtain current information. The National Library of Medicine access to peer reviewed medical studies on chemicals and mixtures including crude oil is at: http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/sites/entrez?db=pubmed&TabCmd=Limits

For up to date information and ways to help with the Gulf oil disaster see: www.waterkeeper.org

Authors

Michael R. Harbut, MD, MPH, FCCP
Professor, Internal Medicine, Wayne State University
Chief, Center for Occupational & Environmental Medicine

Director of the Environmental Cancer Initiative
Karmanos Cancer Institute
Providence Hospital
118 N. Washington, Royal Oak, Michigan 48067-1751
e-mail: harbutm@karmanos.org

Kathleen Burns, Ph.D.

Director

Sciencecorps

Lexington, Massachusetts

e-mail: kmb@sciencecorps.org

www.sciencecorps.org


[1] The exposure of susceptible individuals, such as newborns and people with specific health problems, may result in acute exposure health effects at levels that would not result in observable harm in healthy adults.

 

Road Racing, NOLA-style

The day before Easter, I joined the Abeona House Team for the Crescent City Classic 10K, to raise funds for the beloved nonprofit pre-school that Paul and I helped open near 5 years ago.  (Thank you to everyone that support me!)

The CCC is 6.6 miles winding through beautiful New Orleans, from Jackson Square to City Park — with special New Orleans touches.

Like costumes.

With inspiration from “Heathers,” here are Emmy and me.  Afterwards, she took me to a Remington party.

Here’s our Gym Teacher, Coach Chrissie.

Allie is adorable.

Coach Chrissie warms us up.

Group photo taken by random race person who focused on Muriel’s.

The crowd of 30,000 or so.  We were back, waaaaay back, from Jackson Square.

Coach Chrissie was on us to keep sharp.

Finally!  The start line!  We ended up reaching it about 8:30 minutes after the gun shot.

The Hornet mascot was out right before the starting line, hooray crowd.

Others were in costume, too.

I managed to get them from the front, too.  This is one of 3 I took of them… and the only one in focus.  I’m learning that it’s hard to take a picture while bouncing.

I put away the camera after this and focused on the road.  I tried, but failed, to get pictures of the Jello-Shot group.  They run through the crowd pulling coolers full of Jello Shooters and hand them out among the racers.  Their shirts?  Front: “Jello Shots” Back: “It’s not like you’re gonna win.”

I did sneak in one more photo, of the prisoners… who were chained together.

So we got through those 6.6 miles in under 2 hours.  I felt fine, except my feet, which developed hot spots by mile 3.  I realized later that I wore old regular cotton socks on the morning of the race because I’d not done laundry to wash my good moisture/wicking socks.  I’m certain that this made a difference; I know better then to wear crappy socks on a hot day.  Still, I felt fine after some airing out and moleskin application.

We all had lunch at Felini’s after — where Paul, Will, and Kate joined us.  We found out that the team raised over $5000 for Abeona House!

Thank you to everyone who supported me in this!  It was a great experience and a wonderful morning!

Crescent City Classic Raises Funds for Nonprofit PreSchool

I’m doing a 10K in 10 days.

If you know me well, I suspect you may have just fallen out of your chair. I apologize. Let me clarify: I’ve been training for a 10K which will happen in 10 days.

If you’ve known me for a few years, you’ll not be surprised at why I’m doing this. I’m signed up for the Crescent City Classic, a run/walk through the streets of New Orleans, to support Abeona House — the much-loved non-profit Reggio Emilia-inspired early childhood education center that my husband, Paul, and I helped open almost 4 years ago.

When our childcare center did not open after Katrina-related damages and weeks of closure forced it to fold, together, with other working parents, we founded a pre-school.  Opening in September 2006, Abeona House was the first new school to open after Katrina.


I tried to go through my old blog posts and find some to mention here to show how special Abeona is — not only to us, and not only to all of the families, teachers, and children within — but to the community around it.

I had volumes to choose from… you could start at the beginning and read some of the logistics of opening and sustaining.  Like about that darn ramp we had to build (written by Paul) or when we finally got the 501c3 or the day we got the sign or teacher appreciation or about walks to the levee.

You could find the letter that we put in our holiday cards in 2007 or the article in the local paper.  You could see how we came together in tragedy.  And then how excited we were when Starbucks employees flew in from Seattle to lead a hand.


You could watch the fun in the kids’ exploration of Oak Street through tricks-or-treats or a visiting a senior center or riding the streetcar to the zoo.  You could see how Abeona teaches kids to give back.  And sets the example.

You could laugh at pictures from our first annual Krewe of Abeona Mardi Gras parade down Oak Street — or the second annual parade when our son was king.

You could go elsewhere, too.  Founding families wrote about their experiences here and here.  (Both are wonderfully written.)  A new family writes about Abeona here.

But no matter where you learn about our school, I hope that you’ll support us.

I’m asking everyone I know for $5.

I’m at about $300 right now in my fundraising (enough to send a teacher to a professional development training!) and I’d like to see this grow.  It’s as easy as can be… just visit the Abeona House website and click on the “donate” button.  Sure, we’d love you to give whatever you can, but I know times are tight so I’m asking for 5.

Abeona House is a wonderful organization worthy of donation — but even so, I consider your donations to be equally supportive of me, personally.

If you do, please let me know so that I can send a personal thank-you.  (You can make a note that it’s to support me — Holly — in the Reggio Run when you donate online!)  THANK YOU!!

VISIT ABEONA HOUSE HERE.

Sunday Morning Mardi Gras Magic

I know what you think.

You think it’s not for you, this Mardi Gras thing.  Maybe you don’t see yourself as much of a drinker.  Maybe you’re a little put-off by the whole girls-gone-wild thing; you weren’t the type to want to do Spring Break in South Beach even when you were in college.  So you figure that Mardi Gras isn’t for you.  And also?  That city?  New Orleans?  Well, you saw the pictures and heard the stories and it’s a mess.  You can’t figure out why people would even want to live there, let alone visit.

You’ve thought at least some of those things, I feel certain.  I fully admit that until I moved here, I thought THE VERY SAME THING.  Actually, both Paul and I did.  And now we can say that we were very wrong.

New Orleans is an absolutely fantastic place to be, especially during Carnival season — and especially for families.  As an example, here is our family, enjoying parades this past Sunday morning.  Music, laughter, conversation, floats, horses, football, dancers, prizes, and of course, beads.

Krewes of Okeanos, Mid-City, and Thoth.  Vantage on Magazine Street.

(This post is cross-posted.)

Ghosts of Christmas Past

Sharing today from my personal blog.

Mom and Dad, 1967

We always opened our presents on Christmas Eve night. You see, we were such good kids that Santa rewarded us by dropping our gifts off early – except he dropped them by so early that for nearly the whole month of December they sat under our tree, taunting and torturing us, begging to be opened.

We gathered around our tree, Bing Crosby’s Christmas vinyl spinning in the background, and my mother grabbed package after package, distributing them in order of youngest to oldest, oldest to youngest, until the tree was left empty and a mountain of unidentified goods surrounded each of us. We didn’t open them one by one, to admire what everyone received. There would be plenty of time for that later. No, we tore into our gifts at the same time, like savages, to see what stuff we could add to the collective stuff we already had.  This was our Christmas tradition and remained so until we all grew, reproduced, and began to draw names for Christmas instead.

One Christmas strayed from the holiday norm. It was the Christmas that came during my year of first grade. It was the year my Nan had passed on, creating the bizarre and surreal atmosphere that comes when loved ones are left behind to forge forward during their first holiday amid grief, loss, acceptance and sadness.

We had a poodle named Fluffy. Fluffy had become a mother for the first time that I could remember, but I was six and up until that point, my memories were infused only with the things important to a tomboy: climbing trees, sneaking into the hidden graveyard ACROSS the highway which was I was forbidden to cross and hiding out in the sand pit when I promised to run far away.  Fluffy and her newly acquired brood were housed in our basement, away from the noise that tends to happen in a home of four children with two parents working outside its confines.

“Tootsie, I hear the puppies crying. Will you go check on them?” my mother asked, annoying me that I had to leave the holiday distribution of material goods to go check on the silly dog and her silly puppies.

I got up, trudged down to the basement, listened carefully and heard no crying. I quickly ran up the stairs, not wanting to miss a single moment of holiday goodness. (Read: Greedy Gift Grabbing)

“They weren’t crying,” I declared, taking my seat and waiting to see which package was to be added to my growing pile.

Mom continued on, distributing gifts, and again with the puppies.

“Tootsie, are you sure? I hear the puppies again! Go check.”

“Mom, I was just there and..”

“Go check!” she interrupted me.

I got up again and again trudged down the stairs to find silence once more.

Up I went, settling down once more.

“Mom, they are still fine,” I told her, trying to balance the right amount of annoyance so that it would not be misconceived as brattiness – being the youngest, I was attempting to break the spoiled stereotype.

A few more gifts were passed out. My mother stopped.

“I hear the puppies again. This time I will go with you, Tootsie,” my mother said.

I wondered if my brothers and sister were growing as annoyed as I was or if being able to sit in their mountain of goods took the edge off the annoyance, as they  were enveloped by the anticipation of ripping open the wrapping paper covered in Santas and poinsettias and christmas lights.

My mom held my hand as we went down the stairs. We walked into the basement, to the destination of my two previous trips, and in the middle of the floor was a playhouse. I looked at her, excited.

“How did this get here?”

“It’s been down here the whole time. Santa brought it last night.”

“How did I miss it?”

“I don’t know!”

We ran back up the stairs, this time excitement replaced the annoyance I had felt after my two previous trips.

“Guess what? Guess what?” I said, not really believing yet that I had my very own play house!

“She was too excited to open presents that she did not see it standing in the middle of the room,” my mother said to my father, giggling,  loud enough for us to all hear.

“Ok. Open presents!” my father bellowed in is cranky, old man way.

That was the signal we needed and soon the room was filled with the sounds of paper ripping and children gasping with oohs and ahhs. This was the soundtrack to our family Christmas.

“Look, a tea set!”

“Look, dishes!”

“Look, fake food!”

I realized the reason why we were held off from devouring the gifts in front of us was because all of my gifts, except the obligatory socks and underwear, went along with my playhouse.

This is my favorite memory of Christmas, the place I go when I think of Christmases past.

Both my parents have moved on from this world to the next, this Christmas being the first without them both here, trying to celebrate it in the surreal world between grief and sadness and acceptance and loss. I think back to this Christmas, and through the tears that fall off my cheeks from missing them and the innocence that once was, am thankful to have this one memory that will last forever, like a Kodak picture burnt into my mind.

From NOLA Femmes to Y’all, Merry Christmas! We hope it is one filled with life, laughter, love and memory-making moments!

DINERRAL SHAVERS EDUCATIONAL FUND SPONSORS ESSAY CONTEST

THE DINERRAL SHAVERS EDUCATIONAL FUND Presents

2nd Annual Scholarship Essay Contest

For All New Orleans High School Students

Start Date- December 1, 2009

Deadline Date- December 28, 2009

Essay Topic: “If you were elected as Mayor of New Orleans what would be your priorities your 1st week in office? What would you do to aid in the rebuilding of the city?”

Essays must be 250- 500 words typed and mailed to P.O. Box 6832 New Orleans, La 70174

1st Prize $500

2nd Prize $250

3rd Prize $100

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One week left to enter!

Photo by Editor B.

‘Murder Through the Eyes of a Child’ Fundraiser


Fundraiser Party for ‘Murder Through The Eyes Of A Child’.

A Film by Declan Ryan & John Richie.

Sunday December 13th
@ One Eyed Jacks 615 Toulouse Street
MUSIC BY DJ MATTY from the MOD DANCE PARTY
AND THE WALRUS !
8pm.
$15
and all proceeds go directly to to project!.
630 673 7865
www.crescentcityfilms.net

NEW ORLEANS, Louisiana is called the murder capital of the United States.
For the last decade, statistics have shown murder-rates seven to twelve
times higher than the national average. Eighty-seven percent of the
victims are black males mostly in their teenage years. This is the
city’s greatest neglected crisis with profound implications for the
issues of violence and crime most American cities face. New Orleans
government, law enforcement, community leaders, and well-intentioned
citizens cannot agree on a prognosis or a solution to this situation.
Wherever a disagreement is escalating into violence, an execution
is being planned, or a victim is taking his last breath, it is more
than likely a youth is witnessing or carrying out these actions.
~~~www.crescentcityfilms.net