This essay cracked something open in me. The way you held space for Mardi Gras as both sacred joy and bitter parody—ritual and resistance, hierarchy and hilarity—felt like a love letter to complexity itself. Your line “only in New Orleans” pulsed like a heartbeat throughout. That image of hot-glue-gunned coconuts and foolishness taken seriously? God-tier writing. Thank you for making winter feel a little warmer and reminding us why we need celebration even when (especially when) it makes no sense.
My daughter in law walks with the muses and Chewbacca
Ahhh that’s so cool!
Thanks for writing about your experience so colorfully and vividly! I really enjoyed this piece.
This essay cracked something open in me. The way you held space for Mardi Gras as both sacred joy and bitter parody—ritual and resistance, hierarchy and hilarity—felt like a love letter to complexity itself. Your line “only in New Orleans” pulsed like a heartbeat throughout. That image of hot-glue-gunned coconuts and foolishness taken seriously? God-tier writing. Thank you for making winter feel a little warmer and reminding us why we need celebration even when (especially when) it makes no sense.