confessions of a reformed tourist
In Grenada we lived right over Westerhall Bay. I must have spent thousands of hours sitting out there on the verandah, reading, writing, talking to my mom, playing with my son or just sitting quietly, gazing at the mountains and soaking up the astonishing shades of green. This photo speaks to me… It says peace, home, [...]
The thing about being young is that you can’t imagine forgetting. You can’t imagine that you won’t remember the name of that Italian movie, the one that takes place right after the war, the one where soldiers who aren’t supposed to be soldiers are slogging through a marsh, not knowing who they’re supposed to shoot [...]
Bean loves the library. It’s always difficult to convince him to leave. Today was no exception. I dealt with it by whispering, Bean. Honey, come closer. Mommy wants to whisper a secret in your ear. So he forgot about his tantrum and allowed me to pick him up. As I was helping him get his [...]
Grand Anse Beach. This is one of my all-time favorite photos of me and Bean. I’ve probably posted it before, and I’ll probably post it again. On days like today, when there’s been snow on the ground for weeks and it’s so cold that I can’t walk barefoot inside my own house because the floor [...]
The Carenage Fire Station, Saint George’s, Grenada. Via my new Flickr, which I just discovered because I’m an unrepentant late adopter. Think: Snow Leopard. I also figured out about a month ago that Apple makes and iPod with built-in WiFi. Say what. In other news, it’s cold and I’m really missing the sun. It has [...]
1. Mommy has just received an email. There’s a photo in it. It’s from Grenada and it’s so lovely it makes her sad and homesick. There’s a tear on her face. Bean is about to jump on her head. 2. Bean climbs into Mommy’s lap. She stops crying. 3. Bean tries to tickle Mommy. She [...]
