My relationship with stuff changed because of Katrina. Before, I was a collector of stuff.

My relationship with stuff changed because of Katrina. Before, I was a collector of stuff.
My husband and I haven’t missed a Jazz Fest since Katrina and we lived in New Orleans for three months in 2011, so we often get requests from friends about what to do. I’ve compiled an ever-expanding list to share when someone asks. These are my NOLA tips — I welcome your additions, questions or objections: In general, New Orleans…
The morning after Halloween, I was riding my bike through our Brooklyn neighborhood and all seemed normal. A woman carrying a Starbucks coffee carried on a cellphone conversation about how many trick or treaters they’d gotten, a jogger wearing white earbuds and spandex dashed by, a dog walker dutifully scooped up poop. And it all made me suddenly, intensely angry.…