Post-Election Statement
Chelsey Crabbe Chelsey Crabbe

Post-Election Statement

The only way to live forever is through history, memory, and shared traditions. We commit to highlighting all the ways you create meaning in YOUR life. All the beautiful things. Whatever waits for us on the next page is a reality we can and will face together. 

Read More
In Gumbo, I Trust
Narrative Heritage: Food Chelsey Crabbe Narrative Heritage: Food Chelsey Crabbe

In Gumbo, I Trust

Gumbo is all of these things; it’s a Creole stew emblematic of every culinary culture in Louisiana, specifically in New Orleans, one of this country’s greatest port cities. It’s a literal melting pot and tells some of this country’s truest histories. As a result, my trust is earned.

Read More
A Love Letter To JAWS (1975)
Narrative Heritage: Film Chelsey Crabbe Narrative Heritage: Film Chelsey Crabbe

A Love Letter To JAWS (1975)

Tourism has talons and these talons dig into communities in unflinching ways. Therefore, these places are complicated. Tourism touches most parts of the planet, but certain areas get more heat than others. This leaves locals stuck inside some twisted catch-22. What IS the cost of closing a beach? In the case of JAWS, the cost is four lives and 24 hours of income lost.

Read More
Origin Story Pt. 2:  I Am From The In-Between
Chelsey Crabbe Chelsey Crabbe

Origin Story Pt. 2: I Am From The In-Between

Coastal culture, port culture is uniquely transferable. The people who exist where water and land meet are a specific kind of people. They swashbuckle, they swear, they are hearty deviants. They run rampant on the wings of waves and flagrant sexual innuendo. They are salty bohemians, accepting of every walk of life that arrives into port.

Read More
All Hail, Kalo ~~ All In A Weekend’s Time 
Narrative Heritage: Food Chelsey Crabbe Narrative Heritage: Food Chelsey Crabbe

All Hail, Kalo ~~ All In A Weekend’s Time 

My name was called and a tiny, black box with a golden chalice embossed on the front was presented to me. It was no short of a wedding proposal, from where I was standing. Still a ring inside that box. Mine? Piping hot, dripping in a vanilla maple glaze, yet to cool and turn matte.

Steam be damned, I bit into the single best thing to grace my palette in a long while.

Read More