Who wants gumbo mail? Later this week I will get on a plane bound for the American Library Association’s annual conference in The Big Easy. There are 20 postcard stamps in my suitcase, and I can’t guarantee that your postcard will be as charming as this one I received from a sweet friend who spent some time in New Orleans six years ago… but get a hold of me with your postal address, and I will send you one during my first visit! I am not sure how much free time I will have, but I would also love recommendations for what shouldn’t be missed. My nephew is quite the mapmaker lately and made me this drawing last week when I told him where I was going. “TC means take care,” he said. Black tea and orange madeleines hit the spot this stormy morning before heading off to work.