satire
Foreign travel is parody waiting to happen, even if you're the butt of the joke.
Dear Diary: Let me tell you about Buc-ee's
Dear Diary, On Sunday I went to Buc-ee’s. And it was about as ridiculous as you’d expect. You did not know this, but there are tourists who make a point of stopping at Buc-ee’s beause it’s so quintessentially American you can’t believe it until you experience it for your own self.
By Brigitte Pellerin3 years ago in Wander
California, Here I Was
Here we are, at the beginning of another autumn. Kids are back in school, leaves are still hanging on, the temperature is falling, and everyone I know is still trying to get every last drop of summer before it runs out (half the people are still in shorts in my neighbourhood). I am wondering, quite seriously, how I am going to pay my rent at the end of the month – a lot of money will have to be moved around and begged for – and considering how this could coincide with my birthday (a terrible coincidence). And with all of this in mind, I have let the mind wander.
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Wander
Why
Why? A three-letter word with so much power behind it. You can use it to ask all kinds of questions. Why is the earth flat? why is the earth round? why is it that we see colors? why do colors exist? why did we come up with the word why? why did the number one come after the number zero? why are there letters? why are there numbers?
By Katherine Orellana4 years ago in Wander
I Was Almost T-Boned by a Figher Jet - My Wildest Travel Story. Top Story - July 2022.
Early in my marriage, I accompanied my husband overseas to his first duty station in Keflavik, Iceland. It was my first time living outside of the U.S., and Iceland did not disappoint. We went whale watching in Faxaflói, dog sledding on Langjokull Glacier, and chased the waves on the black sand beach.
By Crystal A. Wolfe4 years ago in Wander
Living on Russian Time
“Listen up. This project will be completed before the end of the year or you and all of your family will be in Siberia before the end of the day scrounging for food, making snowmen for someone to talk to, and living in huts praying the polar bears don’t eat you.”
By Paul Swann5 years ago in Wander
Story of Ryan Skine
Welcome to Nowhere, Stranger Welcome to the middle of nowhere. Population; nobody important. It’s not like being poor makes you a nobody, but the richest person in this so-called town would only be able to afford a two-bedroom trailer if they saved up for a couple of months. The town was already talked about simply because there were no children to be found here. Made sense though, after all, there were no couples either. Would you want to raise children in a tiny mining town where the streets crack and the animals and bugs out number the people? Didn’t think so.
By Timothy A Rowland5 years ago in Wander
The Story of the Valley
1. None of this was her idea. The California clan is not trustworthy. The whole family is questionable, especially the Southern ones. They create fairytale princesses who never grow up into women. They perfect make-believe movie stars built of real people who are frequently suicidal and anorexic. They cheat you out of dreams you haven’t even had yet. They’re practically vampires. They cash in people’s futures for fifteen minutes of fame or one good hit. They can devour the strong as well as the weak, but they prefer the lucky.
By Samani Donn5 years ago in Wander
Only in Florida
Some of the jobsites that my fiancé and I work on are in some pretty remote areas that are deep in the woods with red dirt roads. You see some pretty interesting houses and yards back in those woods. The most interesting we’ve seen, by far, was a series of 10 double wide trailers attached to each other into a makeshift mansion. They were attached end to end, side to side and end to side. They were even stacked on top of each other. Oh the questions I had for the builder. Is that duct tape that's holding them together water tight? How many rooms are there? Stairs or ladders? Most importantly, why?
By Anton Mathias Heft5 years ago in Wander
Camping isn't for me
I Don’t go Camping Why would I voluntarily live like a dog? Okay, so I don’t like hiking or camping. I have a debilitating fear of snakes, I had a very terrifying experience as a child on my great grandparents farm and I have anxiety attacks if there’s one in my immediate vicinity.
By Mae McCreery6 years ago in Wander
