come to the dark side with me
- Top Story - February 2024
RIP McDonald'sTop Story - February 2024
Hot, hot, Florida summer. The air is so thick you are basically swimming in it. The river is only a half mile away at most, the gulf a few miles further, but it's not the kind of water you jump into to cool down. It's a different kind altogether.
- Top Story - December 2023
* Part One can be found here * Adam woke me before the sun rose. We packed and set out, but moved slowly at first. We gradually picked up speed until the sweltering heat forced us into any shade we could find. As hot as it was Adam assured me that it would be hotter tomorrow. It was best to conserve some energy, he said. I kept my eyes closed, forcing one foot gingerly in front of the other behind him as he scaled the side of the mountain.
Roots My mom was obsessed with whole foods before it was a hashtag. I suspect the arrival of the internet had something to do with it. Before that happened, in my earliest, most foggy of memories, I recall eating the processed foods that are deemed “American.” McDonalds, delivery pizza, soda. Yet amongst these memories I find the first sparks of curiosity about the universality of food, the link between food and culture. It was lit by my father.
When Irene fell ill, a dark mood fell over our village. What started as a headache a few days prior had turned and wiped her off her feet. Now, pale and helpless, the very air around her was sweltering and unbearable. I had never seen her like this before. Honestly I had never seen anyone like this.
The Songs Chose
Bluer Than Blue - Michael Johnson My mother sang many songs to my siblings and I, when we were little. Of all the songs she sang - the Beatles, nursey rhymes, the ones she made up herself - this one resonated with me the most, and stuck with me the longest. Looking back it seems odd; as a child you can't understand a line like
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. I slide the snooze button on my phone and close my eyes for a few more moments. 3 hours of sleep, I muse and then remember, vaguely, a time before I was plagued by insomnia. Back when waking up wasn’t this difficult. Now it seemed like once I finally did fall asleep, my body did everything in its power to keep me sleeping. Eventually I got out of bed and showered, dressed and drove to work in a daze.
What You Would Have Wanted
My older sister’s funeral was an absolute shit show. I remember one of the first things I thought upon receiving the news from our mother; “There will never be eight of us again.” Eight as in siblings. The Wyatt family. Eight siblings. Four with blonde hair and blue eyes. Four with dark hair and dark eyes.