Marilee Eaves spent nearly five decades of her life struggling to break free of the Uptown New Orleans world she’d been born into—a long line of royalty, kings and queens of the secret elitist Mardi Gras societies that ruled the city.
She moved to Seattle three months before Katrina in 2005, and then returned to NOLA in 2018, where she writes looking out on the St. Charles streetcars and seasonal parades. Today Marilee spends time with daughters, grandchildren, and old friends, delighting in the shifts she observes in the city.
Eaves has published articles in New Orleans Museum of Art’s Arts Quarterly, Episcopal Diocese of Louisiana’s Churchwork, Madrona News, Touch Magazine and The Awakenings Review. Singing Out Loud is her first book.
This thing that happened one afternoon in 2005 still lurks in my brain and in my body and informs me of my visceral fear. I walked out my kitchen door on Amethyst Street in Lakefront New Orleans, onto my driveway ready to drive off for a few hours and BAM, a black man was standing fifteen feet away. I clutched my purse. He carried a clipboard in his right hand and stepped on to my side of the prop