Ocean Chocolate

I grew up in Durban.  A humid, jungle-y, coastal place.  I was never really friends with the ocean.  I was always a little afraid and assumed she would prefer blonde girls with Bad Girl bikinis, rather than brunette girls with tummy rolls and blushy, pimpled faces.

I would go swimming, but mostly with my older brother, who would scoop me up out of tumble dryer waves or hold me above the water when I couldn’t stand.  Assisted swimming.  Disguised as sibling swimming.  I always hoped she couldn’t tell the difference. [Read more...]

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