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Tad Bartlett

Tad Bartlett is a poet, essayist, and fiction writer. He was born in Ankara, Turkey, and raised in Selma, Alabama, but he married into New Orleans, Louisiana, where he now lives, writes, and practices law. He eats there, too, and at as many other places across the South as he can. Tad is a founding member of the Peauxdunque Writers Alliance.

Articles by Tad Bartlett

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Family dinner

Because I come from a small family spread around the country, I thought “meeting the family” meant there would be a polite, quiet dinner with Nicole’s parents. Instead, there was a crush of noise and people when we walked into the barroom at the front of Bruning’s. There was talking and laughter, clinking of beer steins and highball glasses, yelling of orders to bartenders, shouting of names by the hostess when a table was ready, bumping of shoulders and swishing of hips to move through the waiting crowd.
Department: FOOD
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When the storm first passed, August 29, 2005, they said we’d dodged the bullet. Then, by trickles and by running streams, the gushing breaches revealed themselves and the city filled with water.
Department: MUSIC
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FOOD AND RECOVERY: Reclaiming After the Storm

Did the Assholes of Isaac page have a point? Is the choice between recovery and reclaiming a zero-sum choice, where either we’re rescuing and cleaning up and rebuilding housing and services, or we’re eating and drinking and passing a good time? Are the two really mutually exclusive, or was this more of the same line of challenge we faced after Katrina when New Orleans dared to host a Carnival season in 2006, hold its first post-storm Jazz Fest, or reopen the Superdome? To approach these questions, I traveled three hundred miles northeast from New Orleans, to Tuscaloosa, Alabama.
Department: Online Exclusives
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FOOD AND MEMORY: A Barbecue Homecoming

By the time I entered Selma High School in the fall of 1986, I had grown into myself enough to admit to being “from” Selma. The public schools seemed almost harmoniously integrated, particularly at the high school on Broad Street, the thoroughfare that bisects the town. At the beginning of my sophomore year, the school board hired its first black superintendent, Norward Roussell, a serious man from New Orleans.
Department: Online Exclusives
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FOOD AND WRITING: Talking Mushrooms with Terroir-ists

On an evening in late April, Jamey and Chris met me on the broad concrete veranda in front of the construction zone that was quickly taking shape as Serendipity. Just next door to Serendipity is the Mid-City branch of the New Orleans Public Library: food and writing right next door to each other.
Department: Online Exclusives
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