confessions of a reformed tourist
I have this friend. Her name is Zoie. She’s 19 and we have a kind of big sister/little sister thing going on. I spoke to her this afternoon for the first time in a while, and we had the following conversation. I do so hope that you find it even half as amusing as I [...]
YingYang wrote a post starring my boobs my jealousy-inspiring Obama tank top. I’m tickled senseless by that, as well as by her Lesbians in Banks post, and I love the images she captured of our extra-rainy November.
The Bajan Reporter responded to my post Joys of Tropical Fabrics, where I mentioned how hard it is to [...]
I’ve just been introduced to Infected Mushroom. I think I might be getting addicted to this song, Suliman. Kind of reminds me of Dream Theatre…
I’m back. Just dipping my toes today. Can’t dive right in, that would shock the system.
A friend posted this on Facebook this morning. I’m a huge fan of well-done potty humor, and this is most definitely that. Plus, Justin Timberlake.
I don’t think it’s meant to be, but it hits me in the gut like that. Am I oversensitive? Is this just a caricature?
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?
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 [...]
My back hurts. My back hurts in such a way that if I am sitting down, I cannot lower my chin without pain at the other end of my spine. All because the other night, my son fell asleep in front of the TV. I leaned down to pick him up, trying very hard [...]
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 [...]
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There was a little girl, Who had a little curl, Right in the middle of her forehead...