We chose Panama City Beach the way one would if they were to spin a globe, stop it suddenly, and select the first place whose letters were no longer a blur. We rolled the words around our mouths, considered the price we wanted to pay, and searched for vacation properties. For weeks, we sent ideas…
One night when my endometriosis pain got so intense and excruciating, I knelt on the carpet to cry and pray. My sister-in-law was taking care of the children that day, and when they came into my room to say goodnight, I mustered up all the energy I had to appear well. It was impossible. My…
Yesterday, we accepted a text-invitation to walk through an orchard. We dropped everything and prepared for a mini-adventure. Each person in our household is aware of their role when we are heading out. Markolee filled the water bottles, grabbed his bicycle and put it in the truck. Zahara took the blankets and basket down, and…
Sometimes, little noses greet the roses,
I migrated from Jamaica to the United States when I was eleven years old.
I have lived in four states,
seven cities, and thirteen homes.From these experiences, I have learned:
Home is not just a physical space.
Home is daily conversations my sister,
laughter with my brother, and the length of my mother's never-ending, but sagacious stories.
Home is coffee…
Today, I opened my spring/summer suitcase, pulled out a pair of sandals and shorts, and painted my toenails red.
The season is changing.
Hot cocoas, stews and blankets are going into hibernation.Mojitos, salads, and light sheets will replace them.I’m not ready for the heat of summerBut I am ready for the…