Katie Gray Craven

Part-time Guttersnipe

Katie Gray Craven

Katie Gray Craven
Location
Lisbon, Portugal
Birthday
August 04
Title
Writer, Editor, Translator, General Word Monger
Company
Atelier de Comunicação Inglesa
Bio
I grew up in a castle in Knoxville, Tennessee. That turret-sporting, Tudor period house never failed to fertilize my imagination. At some point, however, the Tennessee ghosts began to oppress and I began to dream of other lands and other tongues. I have lived most of my adult life in Portuguese: 4 years in Brazil, almost 18 in Lisbon, Portugal. A freelance translator, editor and writing coach, I also teach selected EFL students. On a good day, I nurture two beautiful daughters.

MY RECENT POSTS

 

Take a peak at my spoliated bed...

 

http://jewelsofwisdom.tumblr.com/post/44323856069/diggers-and-dahlias-hubris-and-humility-on-the-lower  Read full post »

SEPTEMBER 3, 2012 4:49PM

Too Blond to Be an Immigrant

Beth Mann and Alysa Salzberg's posts generated such interest that I could scarce hope to intervene, so I decided to share some undigested, ad hoc observations about immigration . . . legal or otherwise.

I was registering the birth of Youngest at the American Embassy in Lisbon, Portugal about dayRead full post »

Spent most of last week showing a visitor around Lisbon, Singhalese-Canadian. Don't ask how we met. How do single 50-somethings hiding behind their computer screens thousands of miles away meet?

I showed him restaurants, introduced him to friends, pointed out tourist spots that we rarely got aroundRead full post »

JANUARY 20, 2012 8:20AM

A View of Courage

On one of the higher hills around, our 7th floor flat looks out over the outskirts of Lisbon.  To the east we see rooftops and the Benfica stadium. To the West a spot of green and more rooftops. To the north one’s eyes catch sight of the tops of tombs andRead full post »


Issue Number One: The Wedge

The Portuguese constitution guarantees health care to every citizen and taxpayer.

The Constitution does not, however, mandate the egalitarian distribution of the tool necessary for making the system run smoothly: the “wedge”. Michaelis (though Brazilian*, it&Read full post »

 

As 2013 takes baby steps towards the light, I want to offer you 12 raisins, one for each of the year’s new months.

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Raisin 1:  Yearning. The all-encomRead full post »

It took more than one hand of fingers to count the number of years before the local hires at my ESL training institute began greeting me in the hallways.

Sigh.

Then there was the day when I was stripped nearly naked, trying on a wedding dress. My quip wasRead full post »

NOVEMBER 23, 2011 6:42PM

They call it Thursday

Sarah Kluntz's Facebook status read:  Happy Thanksgiving, Americanos! Here in Portugal there is a different word for this holiday. They call it “Thursday”.

My Hungarian “co-mother[1]” asked me at the very end, “Just what is Thanksgiving about?”

This was theRead full post »

NOVEMBER 13, 2011 3:57PM

Immigration Episodes

1993. The smell of human flesh and colors of the outfits reminded me of a hot, humid Brazilian bus, any joyfulness dampened by Lusitania dourness, dolefulness? Gloom? While spending more than enough time in a line to conceive an entire family, I mused on the best adjective to describe the Portuguese… Read full post »

OCTOBER 6, 2011 7:58AM

Good Job, Jobs


 

My first computer was a Mac Classic. I appreciated its relative user-friendliness, its all-in-oneness and, mostly, I have to admit, its sense of humor. Remember how the trashcan got fat and made a munching noise? 

 

Then, a marriage and intercontinental migration and I allowed my… Read full post »

SEPTEMBER 27, 2011 6:33PM

Social Insecurity, Portuguese Style

Since I went free-lance I hadn’t paid any social security taxes. I mean, I kept wondering when they were going to catch up with me. As the story below indicates, only posthumously if left to their own means.

The question is: their death or mine?

But then a friend… Read full post »

SEPTEMBER 11, 2011 5:39PM

From the Other Side of the Pond

 

 

Where was I on 9/11?  Abroad. At home, overseas. I’d been living, had gotten married and had had two American- children. I worked at an English Language training institute where I was one of the two token Americans.

 

I was more irritable than… Read full post »

 

Knowing the name of an object, exoterically speaking, is supposed to give you power over it.  Years ago a therapist had me read the Wizard of Earthsea when there was some wonderful “label” that I was wanting to avoid, “adult child of an alcoholic”, “child ab… Read full post »

Ice cream. Vanilla. Mayfield’s. Zap 8 seconds

Once the progeny had flown, responsible (or not) for the procurement of their own grub and dental bills, the Keeper no longer had reason for denying the Master of his sweets. His favorite: Ice cream. Vanilla. Mayfield’s. Zapped 8  Read full post »

Ice cream. Vanilla. Mayfield’s. Zap 8 seconds

 

Once the progeny had flown, responsible (or not) for the procurement of their own grub and dental bills, the Keeper no longer had reason for denying the Master of his sweets. His favorite: Ice cream. Vanilla. Mayfield’s. Zapped 8 Read full post »

Ice cream. Vanilla. Mayfield’s. Zap 8 seconds

 Once the progeny had flown, responsible (or not) for the procurement of their own grub and dental bills, the Keeper no longer had reason for denying the Master of his sweets. His favorite: Ice cream. Vanilla. Mayfield’s. Zapped 8 &Read full post »

MAY 28, 2011 5:07PM

My tiny hypocrisy-Classism

Well, sorry but I definitely don’t want to read the other blogger writing about the guilt of a vegetarian wearing leather because I want to wallow in my own classism.  Although like every self-respecting person formerly known as left-of-center --before the former “liberals” and… Read full post »