When I lived in Nigeria, I looked forward to summer and the end of the school year because it meant visiting my parents in Miami.
A light wind blew air heavy with the scent of salt into my nose as I ran into the roadside gas station with my mom holding my hand. She had pulled me out of the way of a reversing truck, tugging on my arm so hard it hurt. “We came to Key West to haveContinue reading “Hometown Tourist in Key West”
Sunscreen-clad, I leaned forward to let the last rays of sunlight touch my face. For a few minutes, it felt good, warm. With something by Bon Iver crooning in my ears, lyrics at the tip of my tongue, I closed my eyes against the sun. From the small square kitchen window in our apartment, IContinue reading “Sunset over the Riviera”
“I think Miami is trying to have seasons,” I said sardonically, both to myself and my followers on Twitter. It was 72 degrees outside – a sign that fall had arrived- not what my more northern American friends might describe as cold but it was also overcast and windy and not at all how IContinue reading “Hometown Tourist in Wynwood, Miami”
Blue-green waves crashed against the white sand leaving bath-like bubbles on the shoreline. For some the loud roaring of the sea is ominous, for me, it’s soothing enough to fall asleep to.