When I was seven years old, I was introduced to the word ‘nigger’ for the first time. I was introduced to the racial dynamics of Barbados...
Category - moments
A gathering of pieces, a mosaic of my life.
After almost a year of making coffee using my grandfather’s (iba se) old fashioned enamel covered pot I decided I had had enough of that...
I found this ‘obituray’ of my father in a back issue of the Newsday (T&T) today. It’s funny how, even after a few years...
My son is my super-hero! He took his shots like a champ, one little cry, but no tears and just super-chuffed about his Incredible Hulk band-aid. Dr...
This tawah for me, is part of my enforced liberation from bad roti experiences when outside of Trinidad. This consists of course in learning how to...
My 15 year old God-daughter: I held her in my arms, fed her, changed her, bathed her and now she is flowering into a woman and it’s both...
