I see strangers berating each other on twitter; I see strangers berating each other on campuses; I see friends and acquaintances calling people truly horrific and ugly names based solely on how one perceives the other’s political bent.   I see decent and very intelligent people walk away from any argument because they do not feel like dealing with an angry mob-fueled beat-down.  What is happening is horrifying.   We are no longer having conversations.   It really hurts to know that some who I call friend might think I really wish for poor people, or any people, to die because I have a different point of view on how certain issues should be handled.

We need to stop demonizing people and breeding this hatred.

I have made a commitment to read at least one article daily that presents a very different point of view than mine.  I will not read the first two sentences and walk away because it is an opinion that I find great fault with, or that “offends” me.  I will actually read it and try to at least understand where they may be coming from. While my mind may or may not be changed, at least I can see them as human beings worthy of basic, decent, respect.

At the very minimum, I can be polite when I disagree.


What are we angry and offended about, today, y’all?

Seriously.  Politics, and not civilized discussion, but knock-down, drag-out, political fighting, fear-mongering and out and out hatred of those who hold different opinions, is permeating everything.   Every. Damn. Thing.

Now, I understand that when you have a platform, you might want to use it for what you perceive as good and just, a means to bring awareness to your cause(s).  But, sometimes, we humans need to disengage.   I would like to relax, occasionally.  Just a bit of pure, unfettered, down-time, is needed by moi.

I cannot seem to find any entertainment outlet that will allow me the calm that I need at the end of a stressful week.   Angry politics has infiltrated everywhere.  No longer stress-free are my escapist habits.  Everything is protest.  Late-night comedy. Football. High-school football.  Sports commentary. Mindless awards shows. Check, check, check, check.  I used to love unwinding with all these things, and now, being inundated by why I might be or support a <insert-here>(racist, privileged, sexist, gender normal, massacre lover, boycotter, microaggressioneer, patriarch, matriarch, judgmental bitch, …) is making me sick.

It is exhausting.


A couple of weeks ago, my husband, my seester, and I traveled to Charlotte to break the curse of the losing New Orleans Saints.  You see, seester and I attend a Saints’ game every year, most often in New Orleans itself.  But, sometimes, we will be present, several years in a row, at a heartbreaking loss (they are ALL heartbreaking, really). When that persists, we attend an away game, in the hopes of breaking the curse.  So, far, it has worked at least 75% of the time.  This year, we chose Charlotte.

In some cases, we have decided it is really fun to experience football from a different fan base.  They have their own customs, traditions, and personality, quite frankly. Now, there are some teams, where we aren’t exactly comfortable displaying our full black and gold colors, for fear of encountering ugly foes.  It doesn’t happen everywhere, but we’ve ruled out a few places due to that.   I’ve heard that Green Bay is a great place to attend a game, but I think the tickets are hard to come by!

The last away game I attended was at the Tennessee Titans.  That stadium is very family friendly, and as such, it falls a little flat on the “we gonna pulverize you and grind you into the ground” feel that other environments produce.  We were underwhelmed, but the tooting steamboat whistle after scoring drives was a little bit cute.  Cute doesn’t belong in the NFL.

So, Charlotte.

The Arts

Charlotte, NC, as it turns out, is a fantastic, walkable, city – at least in the “Uptown” area where we stayed.  The stadiums are less than a mile away from any hotel in the area.  There were many, lovely greenspaces, including a park hosting a free concert on Saturday night.  Charlotte loves the art scene.  One park was dedicated to the celebration of literacy, and I really wish I had thought to really capture it with photos. We kept thinking, this must be where the library is, but it wasn’t.  Just a park with book sculpture, flying copper pages of poetry slapped up against windows and walls, as if blown by the wind, text puzzles in the sidewalks, and all sorts of hidden secrets.

The first picture below is of a sculpture (taller than I) called “Life is an Open Book.” Other random sculptures are from around town.  (I swear, next time I am bringing a tripod and a good camera.)





The Food

What can I say. Charlotte is full of very nice dining venues.  Most we sampled were pretty good, but when we were trying to pin down the signature cuisine of Charlotte, all I could come up with is “salt.”  Almost everything, with one or two exceptions, I ate was over salted, including the breakfast potatoes at the hotel – all three mornings, so it wasn’t an anomaly.  But there is one particular establishment that I must highlight –  The King’s Kitchen.  Their entire purpose is to create fabulous food and serve as outreach to the poorest of the poor of Charlotte.  To lift up the forgotten.  Quite frankly, Charlotte has a very visible homeless population.  These people are trying to make a difference in that area.  The food was fresh, unique and very tasty.  Go visit their website to read more about the mission.

The Football

In our observations, Charlotte is no where on the New Orleans end of the spectrum of football towns.  Until about 2 hours before game time, we hardly ever saw any indication of fandom – not a shirt, not a jersey, not a cap!   And I mean ANY fandom.  You’d think you’d see a bunch of NC university apparel running around, but we did not.  We decided all the sports fans must be commuting, ha ha!

The stadium is very nice, open air and we had good weather so it was not to uncomfortable.  There was some hoopla and hubbub on the jumbotrons, but the pump up the crowd music was tailored to those who love 80’s classic rock.  Not much hip hop, and certainly, no Ying Yang twins in the house.  But that’s okay, right? Their fans/their traditions.   One item of note, they are a little snarky, in a funny way.  We noticed, after the Saints sealed the victory with one more touchdown, the sound guys started playing, “Sunday, Bloody Sunday” over the PA as the fans streamed out and away.



As you can see, we really enjoyed our quick getaway.  Charlotte is a beautiful city. There seems to be something for everyone in the family to enjoy. We barely scratched the surface because we did not have time to visit the various museums and such.

Go if you can.


I like to think of myself as open-minded and adventurous when it comes to dining out. However, there’s also that inner person who wants a guarantee that I’ll love my meal, so sometimes it dampens the desire to experiment.

But for mother’s day this year we tried a coastal restaurant that is new to us.  Their specials board had many interesting offerings, so I decided to go for something brand new to me.

I tried the “savory” cheesecake (crab and asparagus), after convincing myself it was probably a lot like quiche. Only, it wasn’t.  It was very much like a real cheesecake, extremely dense and very cheesy. There was even a sauce on top that was too savory for this girl.  So, this time, going out on a limb resulted in some lunch disappointment.


I did salvage my lunch with a fruit salad side that was absolutely delightful. But, I also managed to embarrass myself when I asked what the small round golden colored fruits were that resembled peeled grapes.  “Raisins.”  Um, duh. But, in my defense, they had soaked up moisture and did not look like raisins.  I promise, waitress-lady, I am not an idiot.