On our tenth wedding anniversary, our six year old son officiated a private service in our backyard. We renewed our vows and danced barefoot for hours on the art and book room's mahogany floor.
This morning as I scanned through my week it felt like the days rolled from one to another and I wasn't…
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…
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…
Several weeks ago, when I explained the symptoms I was having to my neurologist, he nonchalantly recommended an MRI to rule out two disturbing possibilities: MS and brain tumor.
I managed to put one foot before the other, and maintained a false-calm demeanor while I waited.
When the neurologist called with the results, Hubby and…
I was sitting outside, editing, when Zuri opened the door with a petrified look on her face.
“Mommy, Zahara burned herself.”
I dropped my computer on the chair and ran behind my daughter into the kitchen.
The stove was still on and a funky-looking funnel cake was burning in the pot. An orange…