by Louise | 10 September 2017 | Essays |
Reading time: 2 minutes The first time I left Seattle to move far away, my dad gave me a big yellow bucket full of Italian plums. They came from the tree that was on the property where his business was. I ate on those plums all the way to Chicago, and they were...
by Louise | 6 August 2017 | Cultural differences, Essays |
At Dominica’s church Reading time: 2 minutes I have a black friend, Dominica, who’s a member of a church. What kind of church do you think she goes to? If you guessed Southern Baptist or African Methodist Episcopal, you’d be wrong. That’s what I assumed, so I...
by Louise | 23 July 2017 | Essays | Tags: Camping
Kyle didn’t take any photos of me building the fire, but here’s one of me flying a kite on the beach. Reading time: 4 minutes Black people famously – stereotypically – don’t like to go camping. But my friend Dominica said, she actually said, that she wants...
by Louise | 9 July 2017 | Essays, Miscellaneous |
Reading time: 3 minutes Do you have a garden? Do you like it? Someday, I would love to have a really big garden and raise a lot of food for me and Kyle to eat. I read all these memoirs about people becoming farmers, or feeding themselves from their backyard vegetable...
by Louise | 3 July 2017 | Essays | Tags: Camping, Love
Kyle taking photos at Lake Wenatchee Reading time: 3 minutes Kyle intended to only ever go camping with me once. I did get him to go camping a second time last year. But how did I get him to go a third time? I got him to go camping a third time by telling him that I...
by Louise | 6 April 2017 | Essays |
After our meal. Reading time: 1 minute “Can I eat your salad?” I pointed my fork at the lettuce, radish slices, and avocado left on Kyle’s plate. “Go ahead,” he said. We were at Fonda La Catrina in Georgetown last Saturday, finishing up lunch. My huevos rancheros...
