confessions of a reformed tourist
Someday I will leave Grenada and return to the United States, leaving behind sights like these:
I wonder: After I’m gone, will these pictures seem impossible memories? Will it eventually feel a dream that I ever lived amidst such extraordinary yet everyday beauty?
At 11:51 PM on Tuesday I typed the last words of my liveblog and finally stepped away from the computer. The networks had called the election. I had confirmed it on Twitter. I wasn’t celebrating yet. I was cautious.
But then the miracle happened. Mere minutes after the call, John McCain [...]
Welcome to my Election Day liveblog. Oy.
8:56 AM (Atlantic Time!): On Twitter, Election Day is already in full swing. People come out of the voting booth choked up. “Are you fired up?” A resounding yes.
8:58 AM: Dear Ann Coulter, please shut up. You make me embarrassed to be [...]
Do you remember when I was 16 and going to Hawaii? You told me about the Honolulu Santiagos, your cousins who left Puerto Rico as teens, like you did. Except they went to Hawaii instead of New York. They’d heard, you said, about the pineapple. You said I should look them [...]
Mom and I cast our absentee ballots last week. Happily we did not encounter any of the issues I’ve heard others have had when voting from abroad, though we did spend a ridiculous amount of money at FedEx. Three trips were necessary. The first to get us registered. The second to [...]
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I am on my back, musing that it totally sucks to be a turtle. The doctor holds one leg and my mom holds the other. The doctor looks down and reports, huge smile on her face, “Your vagina is stretching quite nicely!” Um… Thank you? I almost laugh, [...]
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Thursday, May 18th, 2006. Four days before my due date but I planned to be two weeks overdue. I had lots of nesting scheduled. I was carrying small and feeling great. I had only stopped working ten days earlier, and only because of my swollen ankles.
First thing, I [...]
When I first arrived in Grenada in April of 2005 I was so malnourished, my skin would bruise under the barest touch. I was drowning in depression, hardly able to bear food in my mouth. Thankfully, I was coherent enough to want to get better. I knew that living under the tropical sun would just [...]
It’s last summer and Dad and I are — much to my chagrin — discussing politics. We’re sitting on the bench in his backyard, admiring the gorgeous old tree he plans to murder. I’m dancing the dance that must be danced in order to have this delicate conversation. I manage to find something we agree [...]
We keep no blankets in the house, so when I wake up freezing in the middle of the night, I go and pull a fresh beach towel off the line on the back verandah. I ease myself back into bed, wrapping the towel around my shoulders, positioning my body directly in front of the fan. [...]
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There was a little girl, Who had a little curl, Right in the middle of her forehead...