confessions of a reformed tourist
It has been a year and eight days since my Grandma passed away.
I miss her. A lot.
She lived the last 3+ years of her life in Grenada. She was pretty senile, and I got the sense that everything – the weather, the people, the view from her verandah – seemed to her like a beautiful [...]
Imagine someone hurts you.
REALLY hurts you.
Then for a while it’s all drama and ugly and crazy over-the-top
how-could-you-do-this-to-me
and you-don’t know-me
and you-should-have-known-I-hate-red-onions-in-my-salad
and I-wish-I-never-met-you
and can’t-you-tell-the-truth-about-anyfuckingthing?
and you-have-my-favorite-hairclip-you-asshole.
And then mercifully that psychodrama stops, finally, because it’s just too awful and you can’t concentrate on work or even play and NO, dammit, I don’t want to eat anything, I *told* [...]
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