another shitty day in paradise

When I was growing up, hamburgers were always such a happy sort of thing. If you think about it, the hamburger is the food equivalent of a big, warm hug. A meaty patty enveloped in warm, doughy goodness covered with all sorts of leafy veggies and salacious sauces. It’s a giant, oral hug. Children, of all [...]

abre los ojos

There are definitely some days I find it easier to open my eyes than others. Like this morning for example. I awoke, eyes closed, resisting the urge to face the day and my new morning routine. My routine lately consists of something resembling the following: I shower, wash my hair, and body. I generally awake [...]

my llorona

The last text message that Paul received on my phone before we left Buenos Aires was, “Tell Clare she is a llorona“. Which is to say, I am a giant cry baby. Maybe so. I thought it was a mildly nasty and extremely strange thing to say anyway and have often thought about that since.
When [...]