Posts Written BySusan Guillory

susan and crawfish

I love this photo. I was maybe three, chunky and barefoot in our neighborhood in Houston. My parents would buy live crabs—or, in this instance, crawfish—and boil them for a feast. It was their way of connecting to their Louisiana roots. My mom tells a great story about how, when they took me to Red Lobster, they would usually give me applesauce. But one day, they foolishly gave me a taste of crab. What a mistake. I’d shriek, “crab! crab!” and refuse the paltry applesauce. I don’t remember eating my first crawfish, but I love that this photo depicts my…

sardinia wall

I don’t remember the name of this town that I wandered into after visiting ruins in Sardinia. It doesn’t matter, really. But I do remember that I spent a lovely few hours all by myself in this town. After eating a crummy sandwich at the only restaurant open on a Sunday, I meandered. I found a path that led up a hill overlooking the town and paused to take a photo of this interesting wall. The point was: it was one of those moments where I revel in the joys of solo travel. To go somewhere with no agenda, no…