Letters from Grenada

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Archive for October 21st, 2008

the soggy bottom boys meet gwen stefani

The last few weeks, my mind keeps running back on one of my favorite exchanges from O Brother, Where Art Thou? Seriously, does this remind you of anything?  Hmm?
Pappy O’Daniel: We need a shot in the arm. You hear me boys? In the goddamn arm! Election held tomorrow, that son of bitch [...]

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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.


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