A Bad Mama Jama

Photo Courtesy of Barbara Ward

My friend Shay has no idea that I’ve borrowed this photo from her profile page (with a nod to Meta). I simply couldn’t resist, it had to be done. I absolutely adore this vintage, movie-star moment of her mom, and the kind of “I will sit on the hood of a Chevrolet Monte Carlo and rule the world” energy that photographs so effortlessly.

It does make me wonder, though; how is it that our parents, at virtually any age, seem to look better than we do? Truly, what’s the secret? Generations X and Millenials may need to step up their game.

That said, Shay herself is a remarkably stylish woman. At some point, hopefully within this century,  we’re meant to attend the Essence Festival of Culture in New Orleans.

In truth, I’ve more or less invited myself along, since she goes every year.

I’m told the undead walk among the living in New Orleans, and that the city even offers guided vampire tours through certain historic neighborhoods.

“Shay,” I ask, “could we possibly add a complimentary cemetery tour to the itinerary when we visit NOLA?”

Shay shakes her head and promptly deletes me from her friends list.*

*Just kidding.