“well, not your doppelganger exactly, but somebody who sort of looks like you, except shorter and with carly simon’s speaking voice (that is, it she’s got a semi-raspy perpetual ‘do you have pneumonia?’ voice), pictured here: [...] and i was trying to prove to her that i knew somebody who kinda sorta looked like her [...]
This seems like a lifetime ago.
Digging through an old directory of things I had written, I came across this. I don’t remember writing it. More importantly, I don’t remember what I was thinking when I wrote it.
My cultural identity is intimately and inextricably tied to my family life. Central Pinellas County was not and still isn’t a raving hotbed of cultural integration, and what with my parents’ desire that we go to good (that is, affluent, and as a consequence, mostly white) schools and our decade-long membership in a (again, mostly [...]
Enough with the trifles, on to something more serious.
After my grandparents returned home from their 4-day stay in Chicago, my mother secretly revealed to me that prior to departing Florida, they worried we’d have nothing to talk about, that communication would be such a problem we’d end up just doing nothing all weekend. They were [...]
