confessions of a reformed tourist
And with good reason. Ironing your clothes / cooking your lunch / mopping your floor are activities best performed before the rise of the day’s heat. I sleep in on Sundays, until maybe 8:30. I get up to pee and while I’m in the washroom, he takes the sheets off the bed and puts them [...]
It occurred to me last week that instead of talking about writing a book about Grenada, I should do it already. (Duh.) It also occurred to me that if I gathered together everything I’ve written in the last five years, and then edited it ruthlessly, I’d find that I’d already written a first draft. So [...]
Emily came at night. She began with a timpani of thunder. At first, I survey from the corner of my verandah, until the blowing rain chases me indoors. I listen to her pummel my neighbor’s steel roof, as if taking a mallet to a steel drum, whaling on it like a wicked auntie with a [...]
This list was inspired by a comment on YingYang’s blog. LifeOnARock blogs here and is another American living in Grenada. I’ve never met her. She commented on YingYang’s post about “indecent exposure” in Grenada, saying this: “When I first arrived in Grenada, I went out and about in St. George’s with camo shorts on. I [...]
The best teachers in life are the ones who do not necessarily *tell* us everything they teach, but those who teach by example. The best teachers are those who let us make our own mistakes and learn from them. They are supportive, they are mentors, and perhaps the greatest strength of the best teachers is [...]
Click here to start at the beginning. Part VI Back at home and work again, life went on and I tried to follow. Mom had stayed in Indiana. For the first time in three years she was easily accessible by phone, so we spoke nearly every day, something we’d never done before. She was itching [...]
Click here to start at the beginning. Part V On Friday, August 13, 2004, there was a department meeting at work. We’d just won several awards for one of our advertising campaigns, so even the Dragon Lady was in a good mood. Most of the meeting was spent reviewing our booty and planning how to [...]
Click here to start at the beginning. Part IV I was wary of working in Manhattan. I had witnessed what I called the yuppie rat race. I’d already fled from it once. Out of necessity, I determined to try once more. It took me almost three weeks to perfect my resume and send it out. [...]
Click here to start at the beginning. A few weeks after the fire it was Thanksgiving, and my mom arranged for me to fly to South Bend, Indiana. There I spent a week with my ailing grandparents. I drove us to Indianapolis to see Rebecca (my aunt, their daughter) and her family. My grandfather, Gene, [...]
