I gave birth to Zuri Adia, three months before my 23rd birthday. I have a photo of me holding a bottle to her mouth and blowing out several candles on my birthday cake. I had just moved back home. I had no clue what I was going to do, but what I knew for sure…
The usage of our bistro table in our backyard has evolved. In the spring we drank coffee and ate scones in the morning. During the summer, we sipped cocktails in the afternoons. Then, it got cold and the table and chairs stayed outside weathering the cold months without us. One day a question seemed to…
I was so overwhelmingly sad and a little confused this week. At one point, my sense of direction seemed so off. I didn’t know where to focus my waning energy. Should I continue writing my new novel? Market my last one? Respond to a speaking engagement? Or, write the magazine article that's due soon? I…
I went to bed two nights ago clutching my pillow, pressing my quaking chest into the firmness of it, praying, silently, for the throbbing to stop, and the ache to pass. I went to bed two nights ago searching for peace. But the horrific mages I turned off hours before kept flashing, like a slideshow…
Last year, this time, I was in Jamaica for my grandfather’s funeral. A few days ago when I heard Auntie Madge died, it broke me. Tears burned my eyes. The night my hubby, sister, and I arrived at my grandfather’s house, there were over a thousand people lining the road. Hagglers, not mourners, were putting…
I don’t say this often, but it has been a long week. After spending Thanksgiving week on Anna Maria Island with my sister and her family, and visiting with my mother, I returned home to a week of one thing after the other. I submitted a few writing projects, helped hubby curate an art exhibit,…