Tag: radical rest
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Ambling
I’m not in Tallahassee, carefully angling the travel trailer behind Trader Joe’s for comfort food, after yet another attempt to reconcile with a relative. I’m not in County Cork, dismayed as my grandfather yells at my brother for blowing bubbles in his soda. I’m not in a Budapest bath, standing in a cool pool while…
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Boatyard Bitch
After much grief from various Boatyard Bozos, I created a group of my own: The Boatyard Bitches. Much to my delight, another capitana joined immediately. To paraphrase Sherlock Holmes (via Arthur Conan Doyle), the air of Peñasco is sweeter for my presence. Surfing helps deal with dodos too. When the tide is low and the…
