My name is Cara. 4 letters. That's all.
In Italian it means Dear, in Spanish it means Face, but anywhere else in America it is apparently gibberish. This is a problem I have had all my life: Giving a name for a reservation, a drink at Starbucks, or any kind of take out order becomes a horrific process that is both time consuming and traumatizing. Everyone will invariably butcher this very small 4-letter name. I cannot be silent about the oppression of my name any longer.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Naranjas Para Ti
February 16, 2011 South Carolina
My brother sent me this picture this morning with a text that says: "Makes up for tara on the coffee ehhh"
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