Current Rock of Residence:
St. Croix, USVI
Island Girl Since:
2013
Originally Hails From:
The Frigid Midwest of the US
Like many of life’s best and ballsiest decisions, Sabrina’s choice to move to the Caribbean was made on a drunken whim. Her aunt stated matter-of-factly that she should move to St. Croix, and the heavens parted and she saw the light… or maybe it was that the room started spinning as a side effect of the rum… Either way, when asking one of life’s greatest questions – Why not?” – she couldn’t come up with a good enough answer to keep her from diving in. Thus began the adventure of scooping up a dog, a cat, two small children, and a husband from a humdrum life in the Midwest US and moving to the picturesque Caribbean to pursue the proverbial “American Dream” of being a stay-at-home mom and part-time pirate. A reformed glamour girl turned island hippie, Sabrina traded her make-up, stilettos, and flat iron in favor of flip flops, lipgloss, and a never-ending supply of swimsuits. She finds humor (usually the ironic kind) just about everywhere in the island lifestyle, and you can discover and laugh with her via #IslandGirlProblems on Facebook.
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First World Island Problems with Basil and Zucchini
This year was my first year in Turks and Caicos during Christmas. And every Christmas I make "sort of" homemade lasagna. I also make a yummy zucchini/truffle salad to go with it. This year was different. We were now in Turks and Caicos away from the friends we usually...
Reflections of A Former Island Celebrity
When I was a child growing up in Maryland during the 1950’s and 1960’s, I had dreams of becoming a mega stage and screen star. Back then, Mom worked for a former dancer who opened a dance studio. So from the ages of 5-7, I trained as a ballerina. Then, seeing that...
THE COFFEE QUEST….
“ There is an awful lot of coffee in Brazil……”The Coffee Song of 1976" by Osibisa (YouTube) springs to mind as I am in the starting blocks of my latest story. Yes, after 2 wonderful, freshly brewed, cups of coffee. Beans from…..no, now I need to back up…. We, my...
Never Trust A Price
So, I had to buy a bottle of rum today. Not a rare occurrence, pretty typical actually. "Why is it $38 Theresa? It was $29.99 last week?" "Oh, Meez Vic, it's because itz de last bottle of dat rum on da shelf" "Are you planning on ordering more?" "Oh yez, Meez Vic"...
“SIMPLE JOYS OF POST STORM LIFE”
Seems as if recent climatic events and other disasters seen on TV news reports, have triggered a multitude of residual emotions in me which I thought I had gotten rid of during Irma/Maria Recovery. The following is an excerpt from my published Hurricane journal “TWO...
The Gift
When my husband and I decided to uproot our family from Kentucky- from the only place, people, and life we have ever known- and move to a tiny island in the Caribbean, it was of course met with so many remarks to the tune of "Oh My Gosh, THAT'S AMAZING!", "You are...
