New Orleans Day Three 7.27.2021: “The life you have led doesn’t need to be the only life you have” – Anna Quindlen

“Those that fail to learn from history are doomed to repeat it.” – Winston Churchill

I come from a long line of military men…on both sides of my family…so a visit to the WWII museum was pretty much mandatory. But it was also very sobering. Sometimes, if you really open your eyes you can see that history is repeating itself over and over again.

Is it the same exact fight? No, but the similarities are there. It seems as time passes we learn nothing and we go throughout life hating others who are not like us or who do not share our views. Am I guilty of this? Absolutely. Do I hate? Sadly, yes. But I don’t “hate” people for the color of their skin. I don’t “hate” people because of their religion. I don’t “hate” because I feel like I am superior or that I deserve this or that. I “hate” because of others hate. Does that make sense?

I see it all around me back at home and throughout our country. People hating others for whatever reason. Maybe they’re projecting their own misery onto another person and/or race out of some preconceived notion that they are missing out on some opportunity. Maybe it is just how they were raised. But I cannot discount the fact that we are currently living in very toxic times, and my heart weeps.

Now, I’m not saying I’m going to always like people. Because you cannot like everyone. And I have a very irrational fear of people to begin with because of my past trauma….but I cannot for the life of me figure out how the generation of “Peace and Love” has turned into the governments and population that we have in this world. Seriously, what happened?

It is 2021 and people of color are still dealing with systemic racism.
It is 2021 and people from other countries are still constantly told to “go back home” or “you don’t belong here”.
It is 2021 and people in general are just miserable with everyone who is not “like” them.
When will this world truly bring the change that we need and provide a future for the generations to come?

Or am I the hippy for thinking this is even possible?


At the museum I picked up two little music boxes for my littlest kiddos. I would be lying if I said my eyes didn’t tear up when I found them. Jakobe and Esmae have missed their brother so very much since he left to become a Marine. If they wind this little box it plays the Marine Hymn. It has a glass window on the top I am considering putting a photo of Malachi so that whenever they miss him all they have to do is play the song he holds so dear to his heart and look down upon his face. Come to think of it…I probably should have picked one up for myself too…cause this mama misses her Marine.

I finished out the evening doing what I do best…being me. We took a Lyft out to another side of New Orleans to visit a tattoo and piercing shop that was one of the few doing facial piercings at this time. I was dead set on leaving New Orleans with a “permanent” souvenir. After all, all my body modifications tell some sort of story – even if I’m the only one who can read it. I left about $150 poorer, but I got the right tragus pierced (its long overdue since I already had my left), got my left nostril pierced so that I now have a matching stud on the opposite side of my other nostril piercings, and then I had her change out all the existing jewelry so they would at least match. I have to admit, I’m looking forward to being able to switch out the jewelry. All she had for my nose was “bling” studs…and yeah, I don’t like jeweled studs (unless they’re black). I also think the balls on my tragus’s are too big, but they’ll do until they’re healed enough to change.

Only two full more days in New Orleans.

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