I was checking messages on Facebook earlier and now I know exactly why I don't spend too much time there. Quite frankly, I think I'm getting too old to hold my tongue, or maybe it was the shock, but a FB friend posted a truly god awful, mocking, pic of the Dutch Santa and his helpers and called it racist. That's the norm of blogging; but, I remember how much I loved christmas in Curacao, just as much as I did the american christmas, and it just bugged me. In fact, that was one of the first things my teacher's told me when I came to this country, don't tell the other kids about your christmas. I didn't understand it then as a child. I certainly do now, but it set me on the road of hiding and forgetting. Now I'm surrounded by a rainbow of proud people and I just don't fit or feel comfortable. This whole art thing better pay off because it's all I've got! I'm empty otherwise.
Listening to: Young and Beautiful, Lana Del Ray
Drinking: tea and cranberry juice