In January 2025, it snowed ten inches in New Orleans. Having been born and raised in MInnesota, you’d think it wouldn’t be a big deal to me, but it really was. We don’t have shovels down here, much less plows or salt. I ended up using a broom and a rake.

The snow drifts were so high, I couldn’t open the front door after all the snow finished falling. Alicia and I hunkered down and just waited for it to all melt, which took about 48 hours.

On the plus side, New Orleans took it really well. Most people stayed off the roads, meaning it was the quietest two days I’ve ever seen in New Orleans. There were pop-up snowball fights and snow men being built all over the city. I was a lovely little break.