Letters from Grenada

my life is so weird

My life is so weird.

This is a walking stick, in my kitchen.

This is one of my neighbors, and his iguana.

This is the ice cream truck, stopping right next door.

This is a bat, not unlike the ones that chirp
nightly past my verandah.
(Did you know that verandah is a Hindi word?)

These are some kids my uncle inducted into his moth-hunting army.

And this? This is breathtaking. Wow.

This isn’t bad either.

My life is so weird. But I can’t complain.

One Response to “my life is so weird”

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zoie:
August 18th, 2008 at 10:59 am
your life seems pretty beautiful out there. i wish i could look out my window everyday and see what you see.
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My name is María. I like wasabi, patronize bunny rabbits and think red wine really needs to stop pretending it's not purple.

I lived in Caribbean for four glorious years. My son - Joaquín the illustrious Bean - was born on the island of Grenada. He's beautiful, brilliant and has two birth certificates.

Now we're back in the land of snow and afternoon sunsets, and all the diet Coke and Thomas the Tank Engine in the world won't cushion the blow of such culture shock.

This is our story.