At first I was afraid, I was petrified.
Kept thinking I could not write anything
that you would like.
But then I spent so many nights
writing all that crossed my mind,
And you were kind.
And writing helped me to unwind.
And so we’re here, sharing this space.
I write down stories and you read them,
every turn of phrase.
I love to make you laugh, and occasionally we cry,
But mostly laughing, as I try to satisfy.
Go on now, read – a post or two.
Then share a comment,
so I know that it was you.
You were the one who recognized yourself in me.
We had a moment
when you laughed until you peed.
And so I blog. I blog for you.
Oh and everything that I share here is primarily true.
I’ve got lots of tales to tell,
and I’ll try to tell them well.
I blog for you.
YOU: Nice song, but Gloria Gaynor you’re not. Aren’t you supposed to tell us who you are on your ABOUT page. And what’s with the name Peaches & Coconuts?
ME: That kind of ABOUT section is so Y1K. But ok, I’ll give you a little background because I’m a generous person.
When my partner (now lady-spouse) and I moved to London in 1999, I started an email blast to describe our experiences for friends and family. (An email blast, children, is an olde world form of communication using a keyboard and internet connection that preceded texting, gramming, and whatever you kids are doing these days to connect to each other.) Thrilled, was I, when companies began to offer website platforms where my stories could sit, and I wouldn’t have to manage an email database. By the time we moved back to the US in 2006, everyone and her mother had a blog. I jumped on board.
The name. Before we relocated to the UK, we had to participate in a cultural awareness program for employees moving abroad. Mostly, it was a fun way to get out of work. One lesson we did take on board was that Americans are like peaches and Brits are like coconuts. Americans, like the peach, have a soft exterior, meaning they’re easy to get to know though there is a hard pit in the center. In the US, you can be standing in line (or on line depending on where in the country you’re standing in/on said line) at a grocery store, and by the time you get to the cashier, you’ve struck up a conversation with the couple behind you who has shared their plans for the weekend as well as details about their 17-year old dog who has gone blind and keeps bumping into walls. But for as open as they seem and for as much as you think you know them, there’s that pit of privacy that you won’t crack.
In the UK, the opposite is true. The Brits are, like coconuts, very difficult to penetrate (unless you’re a young lad at boarding school). But once you finally get to know a person, you’re as good as family, and nothing is sacred.
Personally, I think everyone, regardless of nationality, can identify with either peach or coconut. I am a peach married to a coconut, and we have two children – one of each. I named the blog PEACHES & COCONUTS to write a medley of miscellany about all the fruits and nuts in my life (though coconuts are not technically nuts but fibrous, one-seeded drupes).
The blog is my person outlet, but you’ll find my writing on other platforms from magazines to websites to stages.
YOU: That’ll do for now, though I still have questions.
ME: You’ll learn plenty by reading the blog, and anything else is locked away in my peach pit.