A response to In Living Color’s November Challenge When JoAnn Ryan tagged me into her A-Z In Living Color challenge, I was excited and up for the task. As I started to go through my decades of photos to see what A’s existed, I stumbled across my trusty old folder…

How one of my worst days turned into one I’ll never forget. — In late 2017, I moved to San Antonio, Texas, from Perth, Western Australia, on a wish and a promise, my 16-year-old kitty cat in tow. After some frustrations trying to get an apartment rental with only a tourist visa and a bank account statement to show sufficient funds, some angels…

Sharing Food November Challenge I had a whole other idea for my Sharing Food November submission until Jillian Amatt posted her first challenge prompt. Yeah, there was no way I was going to miss this one! 1. Canada: Poutine Let’s begin where I live. As I’m not from Canada, the idea of poutine…

I woke to my own paddling pool. “The Hole,” is what I called it. And it was a hole! To call it an apartment was a bit of a stretch, but I guess that’s what you get from living in the ghetto. It was all I could afford from my…

Why are older lesbians so hell-bent on choosing a side? — At almost fifty, I’m an older lesbian. I’ve passed through many transformations during my life, mainly due to the stereotypes my generation is so avidly attached to. When I first came out at the tender age of twenty-one, there were basically two models: butch and femme, with a gray area…

The journey wraps up. From Angels, Eagles, the Nibelungenlied, and a Wonky Bridge, to Norse mythology, beer-making monks, and cruising down the Danube; I’d been spoiled during my time discovering Bavaria. For my last weekend in the beautiful state, my friend decided that we needed to visit the Bavarian Forest…