I’m interrupting posts about Greece (there are more to come, if you can believe it) to share a story about my artist friend, Amanda. She is an inspiration, and I had no idea how remarkable her story was until I sat down to interview her. I’ve included some of her work (all pictures are hers) and a … Continue reading Letters Without Words
Nikos the shepherd ushers me over, and I kneel beside him in the crowded sheep den, the roof so low that even I — a solid 5’2” — have to hunch over to keep from hitting my head on the ceiling. He pulls the wandering sheep by its udders, positioning her over the white plastic … Continue reading Milking Sheep*
(Or less melodramatically known as, “The Day I Swam Alone Around the Peninsula”) There were three beaches in Alyki that we frequented, when we weren’t studiously working on our writing (ahem), called Beach 1, 2, and 3. Our workshop leader introduced us to the beaches in this way, but it took me nearly three weeks to … Continue reading The Day I Almost Died Swimming
“For who is the greater, one who reclines at table or one who serves? Is it not the one who reclines at table? But I am among you as the one who serves.” Luke 22:27 It’s alive Sea urchins have just been split open like sacrifices, their insides pulled out and passed around the table. Our … Continue reading A Day in Thassos
I finally understand poetry. Not literally, in the way that if someone were to hand me a poem, I’d be able to explain what it means. I’m probably the worst at that of anyone who’s ever graduated from a writing program. But I finally understand why poetry exists, and it is like this: Narrative cannot … Continue reading So, Greece Happened
I can summarize why I go to Chomp Kitchen and Drinks in Warren, RI in one sentence: THEIR FOOD IS LIKE CRACK COCAINE. I’m not even a burger person*, but I want to eat there every night. I went once on a Sunday, and for the rest of the week, all I did was daydream about going back. … Continue reading Chomp Guide: How to #AttackTheStack
Tomorrow will mark one week since I departed the United States for Greece. I am on the island of Thasos attending a travel and food writing workshop in what could only be considered a love affair between Henry David Thoreau and island life. I had envisioned isolation, relaxation, dedication and focus. And maybe a Greek man offering me a … Continue reading Arriving to Greece
My Love for Fitbits Explained Okay, so I need to back it up for the blog readers who don’t know what a Fitbit is, i.e., my parents, and anyone who’s not as fanatically insane about exercising as I am. The Fitbit is a brand of tracking devices that the government uses to learn about our habits … Continue reading Ode to Fitbit
After posting my last blog, Ten Questions You Shouldn’t Ask a New Mexican, I decided to search for other blogs that had similar themes, such as “Things Only New Mexicans Understand,” “You Know You’re From New Mexico If…”, etc., and there was one reoccurring theme (apart from an obsession with red/green chile). Please observe. Only New Mexicans … Continue reading Why do they call it NEW Mexico?
I’ve always known that there are few people in this world, and in this country, and in the neighboring state of Texas, who do not know anything about New Mexico. Whenever I encounter someone in New England who has been to New Mexico, I’m overjoyed because it means they know where it is! Even my well-meaning, extraordinarily intelligent friends ask questions … Continue reading Ten Questions You Shouldn’t Ask a New Mexican
They Call Me Fushilou 