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…
Ron, an otherwise abled-bodied gentleman, bagged my groceries at the market.He smiled at me when the scanner went off and, when he picked up the first item to place it in the bag, he announced it with the modulation of a well-trained radio announcer.The scanner beeped and Ran announced: Green bananasPlantainsCabbage…