Over the past few weeks you’ve read plenty about me. Now it’s time to meet my neighbors. I live on the fifth floor of an apartment building in the fourth largest city in France, Toulouse. I share my floor with four other families. Seeing things through the eyes of a Toulousain (inhabitant of Toulouse) I’llContinue reading “True Toulousain. True French.”
Author Archives: Mecca O'Canainn
A True Aryan
Last week I talked about my eyes. This week I will tell you about my skin. Where I grew up in America there were mostly White people of Irish, German, Italian and Polish descent. It was made known to me that I looked different than them. My skin was not the same as theirs. ItContinue reading “A True Aryan”
The Wrong Kind of Eyes
I woke up this morning with what looked like the beginning of pink eye. So to “kill it in the egg” as the French say, I applied antimony powder or kohl to my eyes. It is essentially worn as make-up but my use of it this morning, was for its more practical attribute – theContinue reading “The Wrong Kind of Eyes”
Where Am I From? The Answer is Not So Simple!
As I am in the beginning stages of this blog I thought it would be appropriate to consecrate the next couple posts to introducing myself. To start, I will describe the complex situation I am put in when being asked a seemingly simple straight forward question: Where are you from? I hear this question aContinue reading “Where Am I From? The Answer is Not So Simple!”
Black, Blanc, Beur (Part Two)
Yesterday I asked the question: Why do I feel American despite having no native American blood, whereas Khadega, with no native blood of the country where she was born, doesn not feel French? A part of the answer is because of the messages given to us. What we are taught in school, from the government,Continue reading “Black, Blanc, Beur (Part Two)”
Post Frequency and Content
Although there may be posts on other days, I’d like to have new material ready for you at least every Friday. However, as I mentioned in the “Sloth Who Needs Money,” I have a very tight time schedule so the length of what you’ll see on Friday will vary. Sometimes there will be quick pieces,Continue reading “Post Frequency and Content”
My Picture
I’d rather not post a picture of myself. I know that can be frustrating for readers, so as a compromise, below I have attached two images to have in mind when you think of me. I have been told that I resemble Anna Karina. I also have a hat like hers in the photo. HerContinue reading “My Picture”
The Sloth Who Needs Money, or Why I Blog
Actually, I don’t want to have a blog at all. This is a compromise. What I’d really like to be doing is writing fiction. I’ve had an atypical/ multicultural life (see “About Me”) which has been very alientating and inconvenient in many ways. However, as a result, out of necessity, I’ve learned to build bridgesContinue reading “The Sloth Who Needs Money, or Why I Blog”
Black, Blanc, Beur (Part One)
In my home country we say that “a picture is worth a thousand words.” Concerning, the above photograph, “Black, Blanc, Beur,” that expression is an understatement. When I look at it, words enough to fill an entire book fill my mind. So I can certainly fill a blog! Today, on the 25th hour of 2022,Continue reading “Black, Blanc, Beur (Part One)”
Pardon My France 