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By NAN PARATI

Last Sunday the word went out: Y’all! It’s gonna snow, day after tomorrow!

By NAN PARATI

I came up with a good cartoon this morning.The first panel is set in 1994. Two young women (with big hair) are wandering around a department store. One says, “I love shopping,” and the other says, “Me too! You can never have too much cool stuff.”The...

By NAN PARATI

Now, what are the rules again? I remember when I first landed here in 2005 being advised by several people who had no use for the letter “R” at the end of a word that, “You know, Nan, in New England, you don’t turn the heat on until aftah” (it was...

By NAN PARATI

It was 1986, my second year writing stage signs with the performers’ names on them for the New Orleans Jazz & Heritage Festival. I had my signboard spread out over the picnic table I was using for a desk, there, at the festival, when an older Cajun...

By NAN PARATI

Did y’all miss me?There I was, back in February, writing my regular column, pointing out all the ill effects the month of February has on people, and suddenly, Jazz Fest kicked in. I was in New Orleans at the time, working my job as head of the art...

By NAN PARATI

In 2005 I bought a building that has housed a series of Ashfield institutions since 1835 when it began life as Crafts Store. The place went through a few iterations and was even owned by the IGA supermarket chain in the early 20th century until 1937,...