It’s never fashionable for a mother and daughter to be pregnant simultaneously. During a span of three years, my mother buried her parents and two of her teenage children. In the aftermath, by a twist of fate, two boys were born to two unlikely women: my thirty-six-year-old mother and her fifteen-year-old daughter, who gave birth five months apart. I’ve heard my mother say that my sister was smart enough to have condoms, but that my mom wasn’t smart enough not to take them from her when she found them.
This column covers New Orleans style with the aspirations of global readership, because my city is international: Our culture has influenced the world while simultaneously being inspired by global customs. The traditions here are as rich as our history. Where else in American do you get three days off to party? We call that Mardi Gras. I know your last two mayors don’t join a second-line with the people—your mayor probably can’t even dance.