Gone are the days when I would disdainfully glance at the clock on Labor Day, watching the morning and afternoon slowly wane into evening, into nighttime, into the last few hours before the following, dreaded day. Gone is the queasy feeling that would consume the entirety of my belly as soon as I opened my eyes …
you can see me?
Being typically alone when I'm out and about and being of the mind that strangers who begin conversations with me must want to harvest my sweet kidneys, I am appreciative of scaring them off this way. Nothing like dissuading small talk by pretending you're cray. Happy Wednesday, party people...
Umbrellas.
Unlike Southern California, it really doesn't rain in West Africa. With the exception of the Harmattan season, where I have sweet memories of my mom gently rubbing lip balm across my lips to protect against the dry, windy weather outside, nothing really disrupted the hot, sunny days back home. Imagine the interesting reaction me and …
Keep Your Voice Down When Making Declarations of Love: Random Memory #1
Welcome to a new feature on This Square Peg, where I share the random memories that come to me during my morning commute to work! You're welcome. There's always a catalyst to the memories. This particular morning, as I stepped off the train, I saw a young woman who reminded me of a girl that …
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Gelato.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s2J0sMeYFHI&sns=em Love everything about this.
This Square Peg. 