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Packing up has begun over here at the Coconut Chronicles. Slowly, I am organizing posts and putting them into boxes. I seal them with tape and mark in black felt pen “Bahamas”, “Florida”, “Ucluelet”, “Baja”, and so on. There are … Continue reading
When do ideas become stories? When do stories become myths? When do myths become harmful? Post-colonization North American culture is young compared to the rest of the world. Our stories are new but our identities have already been hammered into … Continue reading
Wow, has it ever been a long time since I’ve talked to you! You can blame whales and Warpworld in equal parts, as well as the occasional visit from friends. So, I was in the kitchen one morning not too … Continue reading
I am writing this post two days early. On June 8th, two days from now, I will remember. What that will look like or how I will react, I don’t know. What I do know is that I have the … Continue reading
11:59 December 31, 2006. I am pleasantly pickled, among friends, counting down the end of the year. There are hugs and kisses. So much laughter. I am as drunk on laughter as I am on champagne. Three days later, I … Continue reading
From 2010 to February 2015, I wrote as if possessed. Every spare moment was writing. When I wasn’t writing, I was thinking about writing. Even reading became difficult because inevitably I would stumble across a sentence, theme, or plot twist … Continue reading