My Husband Caught On Fire (and now I’m damaged)

I was walking through my neighborhood today, off to my favorite quiet little cafe to read and relax, when I turned a corner and stopped dead in my tracks at the sight before me. It was the old Ryukyu house that I had always loved walking by because it reminded me of how ancient my… Continue reading My Husband Caught On Fire (and now I’m damaged)

Dyke

“GET OUTTA THE ROAD YOU FUCKING DYKE!” The car swerved around me, three twenty-something US enlisted guys in crew cuts screeched so terrifyingly near me I could see the pimples on their bland, white, crazed faces. They sped off in their silver Skyline, preferred car of douchebags on Okinawa, muffler sputtering and growling as I… Continue reading Dyke

Christmas at Warren and JJ’s Place

Christmas is a particularly awkward holiday when you are an expat. It was alright when I lived in London because they basically spoon-fed you all the holiday spirit you could stomach from the start of November. And it was cold and dark. There was mulled wine. And a whole plethora of Dickensian allusions to be… Continue reading Christmas at Warren and JJ’s Place

Just Hangin’ With A Bunch of Caspers On Obon

Last night I was told I was officially an Okinawan. By my neighbor, Mika, who was, at the time, getting nice and drunk on the beer that I give out during every Obon Festival in my neighborhood. I think it was something to do with how long I have been in the village of Kitanakagusuku… Continue reading Just Hangin’ With A Bunch of Caspers On Obon

Careful. This Plate Is Hot.

I could feel the heinous bitch vibes before we even pulled around the corner. Women have a sixth sense about these things. It might actually be one of our many supernatural abilities, to know when someone who loathes you is near. My husband and I wanted some Tex-Mex, and surprisingly, you can find decent Tex-Mex… Continue reading Careful. This Plate Is Hot.