Casualties of an Island Laundry Day
I now have what's called a "Saba Washer," or, as I like to call it, a fancy gallon bucket. This might seem “cute” and maybe even a little romantic if your idyllic island existence comprises of you and possibly your partner. I, however, am five humans deep in soiled...
A Tale of Two Laundry: A Poem
Let’s take a moment, and tell you a tale of a girl who has lived and grown up on either sides of this world. She hails from the States, where doing laundry is a piece of cake. She buys large tubs of Persil and Tide, never worries that colors will fade and hide. The...
Free as a Bird in Paradise
Retire and move to an island after your children are raised - sounds like a woman's dream come true, right? Of course you will miss your kids, of course you will worry about them, but you have done your job, they have "flown the nest". You are now free to live your...
When Basic Life Essentials Disappear
Living on an island leaves us at the mercy of the cargo ships and planes. And the shop-keepers. Sometimes, we have to wait months to get what we want and hoarding is common. I remember times when the words "Tim tams", the delicious chocolate biscuit from Oz, would be...
Fuzzy Island School Schedules
It was just recently the start of the school year on my island. Or, at least I thought it was... the whole "start” bit is kind of fuzzy here. Back in the US, it’s pretty easy to find out the school calendar dates. They are published in all kinds of places and...
Island Mama Siesta
I’ve got toddlers. Squirming, Doc McStuffins loving, "Let It Go" singing, female toddlers. Because I am home with them day and night, they look to me for their every need. When I’ve had enough, my gracious husband takes over and demands me to leave the house. “Go...
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