James Nunn Blog

Fifty-Eight and Not Mad About It

Today I turned 58. Which, if my math holds up better than my knees do, means I’ve now been alive for fifty-eight full trips around the sun, and this was the first one I...

The Two-Minute Lie

Uber tells you a driver is two minutes away. You click Accept. Then it tells you it’s looking for a driver. Wait. Didn’t it just have one? Background There’s a term for what happens...

A Rainy Sunday Engaging with Dead People

Chris and I have volunteered for a lot of things over the years, but “spend your Sunday deciphering 150-year-old tombstone engravings in the drizzle” was a new one — and honestly, one of the...

Remembering Cabernet

I wanted to pull together a small collection of Cabby over the years. Here is part of the way that we choose to remember her.

RIP Cabernet “Cabby”

Whether you loved her or not, she definitely has left her mark (sometimes more visible than others) on everyone she came in contact with.

NOLA Life – April 2026 Edition

Today, as I wandered through the French Quarter, I realized that I really do like living here. Today was (is) the first day of the French Quarter Festival (FQF), which is a four-day event...

Riding with the Krewe of King Arthur 2026

Belonging, Pride, and Pure Mardi Gras Magic On Sunday, February 8, 2026, I did something I’ll carry with me forever: I rode in the Krewe of King Arthur parade for Mardi Gras. One day...

Happy 87th Birthday, Mom

Today would have been my mother’s 87th birthday. She died just before her 80th birthday. Every year, this date arrives with a blend of tenderness and ache, a reminder of both the years she...

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When School Boards Fail Our Community

Earlier this month, as Frisco Pride and others worked to host FantastiQUE (a masquerade-style dance for high-school aged LGBTQ+ youth and their friends), I sought to post details of this dance to the Frisco...

Finding My Rhythm in NOLA

Walks, Flavor, and Furry Friends You don’t drive New Orleans — you walk it. That’s the first thing I learned after moving here. Back in suburban Frisco, Texas, getting anywhere meant keys, traffic, and...