Marie set up a schedule for her son. We went over therapy sessions and medication times. I wrote the whole week out on a chart for Ms. Marie and Henri to see and posted it on the wall by his bed. “What did he…pay you…to come here?” Henri asked me later that day after his therapy session. He was l...
Creepy shadows cast from the tightly packed Creole cottages that filled the French Quarter gave the half-empty street a sinister atmosphere. Known as the playground of ghosts and vampires by night, the French Quarter also held a quaint charm in the moonlight. Without the clamoring footsteps of to...
As she flipped the switch that turned out The Sweet Note Bistro neon sign outside, she smiled. When she had been a little girl, turning off the restaurant sign that hung above the front door had been a special ritual she had shared with her father. “This is something only ...
The three-story home had a Greek revival façade with towering columns and intricately carved statues of women draped in togas situated along a high garden wall behind the main house. The exterior was done in plaster and painted bright red. There were French doors located along the first and secon...