Do You Know What It Means to Miss New Orleans?

When the month was nearly over and Husband was heading down for my last two days to check out the city which had the heart of his wife, Albert and I parted over Jägermeister shots at Cooter Browns. Where it began it would end. Outside under the watchful eye of a full moon, I hugged and kissed the irresponsible kid of a man goodbye.  I told him I loved him and teary-eyed, mounted my bike and rode back to my rambling rented flat above the flat-headed cats. The next day Husband would be there. I would show him the city. And convince him we had to move to New Orleans.

 

Marisa ManganiMarisa Mangani is a former chef and a current kitchen designer.  She writes, blogs, and open mics about food and life. Her essays have been published in Hippocampus, Expound Magazine, and Skirt!  Visit her blog: www.misenplacememoir.wordpress.com