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Island Ingenuity: Christmas Edition
'Twas three weeks before Christmas with family arriving, when I sought holiday décor to enjoy when not diving. All through the island, not a tree was in stock; the supplier had cancelled, to my open-mouthed shock. “No tree?!” I cried, and said to myself,...
Deadly Island Car Syndrome
Blink, blink. My car clicks at me as I drive into the early morning sun. I turn the blinker off. Blink, blink, it insists, clicking back on. Again, I turn it off. BLINK, BLINK, it shouts, demanding attention. I think my car is trying to tell me something. Something...
Island-Blind
I have writer’s block. Or, at least this is what I’m telling myself. Because the alternative is admitting that I’ve completely accepted the oddities of island life. In turn, this means that I no longer think of things like cannibalistic chickens eating KFC or...
Sick on a Rock
It’s midsummer with a heat index of 104°F, so I knew something must be wrong when I climbed into bed wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt. Even more so when I woke up still wearing them, since typically our A/C likes to reset itself at odd hours in the wee morning to...
An Island Girl’s Best Friend(s)
I was halfway through my 479th boat briefing when I realized that one of my new divers, a girl on the port side, was looking way too comfortable, snuggled into a stranger’s dive gear with her sunglasses on. She clearly thought that her “sunnies” were the perfect...
My Sudden Island-Wide Popularity
I suddenly have a lot of new friends on my rock. It's hard not to feel popular, what with all the personal phone calls coming into the dive shop just for me. Though in reality, the calls are from people looking not for SCUBA appointments, not for me, but for my dill....