An Alexandrian Imbaba

It really has little to do with what a place has to offer, and more to do with what you bring to and take from it; after all, everyone travels with baggage and picks up souvenirs along the way. I first visited Alexandria in 1993.  The locals called it Xandraia.  Phonetically pronounced: Scan-dray-a. I believe…

The Visit

There was always the strong scent of Pine Sol that masked the stench of neglect, but this home surpassed all the intolerable places we’d visited before being sold.  Its other selling point was the open air breeze that furiously chased bad air and negativity down the long corridors and on its way.  The breeze worked…

How to Clean Like a Crack Addict

This rumination on cleaning came about after my experience with a new housekeeper.  I had a three year old, a lovable, sloppy husband, and a puppy in my household all at one time.  I couldn’t do it on my own.  In stepped the cleaning woman.  We’ll call her “Rhonda” for the sake of anonymity.  After…

Something About Joyce

My mother told me of a girl with whom she went to school. The girl was different in that she was looking for attention, and not always positive attention. My mom described how the girl would wear heavy make-up and bright red lipstick. The girl would wear inappropriate clothing and pose a lot. Even if…