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…
My middle toe on my left foot is a survivor.
Growing up in Jamaica, it was normal to play barefoot - to style your hair in an updo, get completely dressed in a frilly frock, and wear absolutely no shoes.
One day, while I was playing bat and run with my siblings and cousins, I…
This morning my mother and brother reminded me, via our family group chat, that I promised to share my Jamaican Hardough Bread recipe. I could have easily typed it, or take a picture of the one I've been using for quite some time, but there was something therapeutic about preparing this copy for my family.…
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…