Tag Archives: Amsterdam

Dumb questions asked in a Dutch smart shop last Easter

Posted on March 24, 2017 by pinklightsabre

The day after I got back from Amsterdam the sun came out and my mom and I took the dog for a walk in the woods in the nearby town Bietigheim, while the kids went to a circus. All the … Continue reading →

Posted in Memoir, travel, writing | Tagged Amsterdam, Anthonys Navel, creative nonfiction, France, humor, Kevin Brennan writer, Memoir, postaday, William Pearse writer | 1 Comment

Listening to the band Suicide in a Peet’s coffeeshop in the suburbs, Redmond

Posted on February 21, 2017 by pinklightsabre

I didn’t like the band Suicide before I heard them because I didn’t like their name, and when I saw the album art I liked them even less, it was the name Suicide made to look like it’d been carved … Continue reading →

Posted in music, travel | Tagged Alan Vega, Amsterdam, humor, postaday, suburbs, suicide the band, William Pearse writer | 20 Comments

How the mist filled the valley in the morning with the light coming through

Posted on October 2, 2016 by pinklightsabre

Though it’s a Saturday there’s no one at the lake, just some birds on the shore bathing, a kids’ soccer game with shouting in the distance but it’s muted, it goes in and out with the wind. I can sit … Continue reading →

Posted in musings, travel, writing | Tagged Amsterdam, art, California Dreaming, identity, Memoir, nostalgia, The Scream, Van Gogh, Van Gogh the Bedroom, William Pearse writer, writing, writing process | 14 Comments

Some may say I’m wishing my days away

Posted on April 23, 2016 by pinklightsabre

On Saturdays we only play reggae. I set the iPod by genre, select All, and it starts with Augustus Pablo, 1 of 275 songs, and ends with Serge Gainsbourg. It takes all day. When Laurent and his family were here … Continue reading →

Posted in travel, writing | Tagged Amsterdam, Billy Joel, blogging, creative non-fiction, death, expats, John Pearse, Memoir, musings, Raclette, reggae, Serge Gainsbourg, The Police, travel, writing | 31 Comments

Just Like Billy Pilgrim’s Blues, Amsterdam

Posted on March 25, 2016 by pinklightsabre

I came unstuck in time again and reappeared 20 years later pawing the glass on some Argentinian steakhouse window in the Red Light district with a bull’s head in the window convinced I’d been there before. Two days in Amsterdam … Continue reading →

Posted in travel, writing | Tagged Amsterdam, Belgian beer, Bob Dylan, Brussels, Canned Heat, Despicable Me, drinking tips for teens, humor, Idiot Joy Showland, Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues, Kurt Vonnegut, Memoir, Slaughterhouse Five, travel, Walt Walker | 5 Comments

Strange dreams on a boat crossing the North Sea

Posted on October 28, 2015 by pinklightsabre

In the cocktail lounge at dusk as the boat’s engines are starting, there’s an empty stage planned for live entertainment later, and Walking on the Moon playing, and it seems every song is made just for us and our journey … Continue reading →

Posted in travel | Tagged Amsterdam, burning bridges, Daylight Savings Time, expats, fall back, ferry from Amsterdam, ferry to Newcastle, humor, Memoir, Scotland, traveling in Scotland, traveling with kids, Wordpress, work-life balance | 37 Comments

Red Virginia Creeper

Posted on October 25, 2015 by pinklightsabre

Sitting in Laurent’s kitchen over an old farmhouse table he’s trying to describe what Capon means, the castrated cock he cooked the last time we were here in Metz around Christmas, and when he says castrated cock he suddenly looks … Continue reading →

Posted in travel | Tagged Amsterdam, blogging, Capon, Dutch coffee shops, Edvard Munch, expats, foodie, humor, red light district, Red Virginia Creeper, the nature of art, The Scream, travel, vegetarian, writing | 12 Comments