For the past of two days, I’ve encountered the question, What’s Next? four times, in various ways. Of course, this is not the first time I’m hearing these words together or separately, but this is the first time the question stood like a peacock in my mind opening it glorious feathers spreading its ornamental blue,…
Silhouette in the morning, Jamaica
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 …
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…
There is a space in our home
where we all gather, and in our home, we gather at our table.We gather at our table
to drink Coffee
to sip tea
to debate and create
and channel Dear Abby.
We gather at our table to quench our thirst.We gather at our table
to spotlight our highs and lows
and to share our joys and…