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…
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,…
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…
The quaking —
the deep, piercing,
pushing into my back
told my body it was time.
It was time for the being in my belly
to come into this world of
dark and light.
I printed the letters of my name
on the registration form
… and the contractions
stopped the ink from flowing.
I…