I think of each year as a large wicker basket, woven with strands of love, given to me to fill with intangible gifts. I think of each month, as a a garden-- one I walk through swinging my basket by my side and stopping in each month to fill it with moments and experiences …
“Good morning ladies and gentlemen in about fifteen minutes, we’ll be having our children’s story time,” the woman announces over the intercom. When Markolee couldn't get enough of Mercy Watson Hubby and I are sitting in the magazine section of Barnes and Noble. He is turning the pages of an Art and Design magazine…
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…