In an (unsuccessful) attempt to reduce the amount insta-spamming I did in Jamaica, I started a blog post while we were there. But then I relaxed so much that I didn’t even get around to posting it… so here it is now.
This is a little post about what it’s like to relocate to BVI having been away for some months post-Irma.
I hesitated about writing a blog which is premised on having still having a job (when so many are jobless) and being able to go out to eat and drink (when so many have been relying on relief supplies). We talk about checking our privilege before speaking on a topic, and in this case, my privilege would take longer to check than an overweight bag at the LIAT desk in San Juan. Continue reading
I have been living out of suitcases for a couple of months, with another 6 weeks to go. Here are a few tips for staying sane if you find yourself in a similar situation. Continue reading
I was scrolling though my Instagram feed last night and saw a picture of a body positive blogger. Someone had written a really mean comment. Even though I know better, I wrote a snarky little response to defend the girl. Then I went to sleep.
I woke up in the middle of the night and saw this: Continue reading
I think I have lost all my clothes in Hurricane Irma.
This is less dramatic than it sounds. The hurricane didn’t suck my clothes high into the air or anything like that.
My Instagram feed is full of fall.
Here, a picture someone has taken of their feet on a pavement strewn with autumn leaves. There, artfully placed pumpkins tumble into frame. Fashionistas exult that they can break out their #fallfashion outfits.This year, I feel a bit left out for two reasons: (1) I now live on Caribbean island so autumn isn’t really a thing here, and (2) I have never had a pumpkin spice latte. Continue reading