When I do not know where to begin, I know it is time to venture outside. This is true for almost everything in my life, but even more so for writing. As a writer, my experiences fill me with opportunities to write. I start with a blank screen, press keys on my computer, and words,…
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…