Graduation – A Short Story

It’s been ages since I shared anything here and since BlueHost is still collecting my coins for hosting and whatnot, I figured I should stop wasting the real estate. So here goes. This is Graduation, a piece loosely inspired by true events. It’s the first story I wrote that I let anyone see since my epic teen novel instalments in 2nd form and I wrote it in 2009, more than a decade after I’d stopped writing for fun. I was rusty and being the self-judgey writer that I am, I’m sure it showed, but it still copped a silver medal in the JCDC Creative Writing Competition, so we thank God! Anyhoodle, I felt like sharing, so I hope you enjoy!

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#FeatureFriday: Exploring ‘Caribbean Flavour’ With Jerene McKenzie Of Jerene’s Eats

The last time I wrote about food was in February 2017, when I had to chastise an individual who attempted to besmirch the good, good name of Jamaican cuisine with some awful travesty of a…dish. Today, I happily report from the other side, where I get the chance to big up one of my St Hilda’s High School classmates Jerene McKenzie, whose first cookbook, Jerene’s Eats: Caribbean Flavour – 14 Easy and Delicious Recipes That are Sure to Pleasewill be published tomorrow!  The ebook is already the number one release in the ‘One-Hour Cookbook, Food & Wine Short Reads’ category, so don’t be shyhit the link and pre-order to help keep it there!

If you’ve checked out her popular blog, Jerene’s Eats, and tried any of the recipes, you already know she is for real. I caught up with the busy wife, mom, blogger, chef-in-the-making, and now author to find out how she became a foodie, her writing and self-publishing journey, the foodies and chef who inspire her, and so much more. Have a taste! 🍲

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To Dust

a work in progress

Photo by Kunj Parekh

And suddenly you’re just a body
the things you owned and prized
left to be cast or given away —

the books you read, plus the ones you never got around to
knickknacks and mementos you never could part with
jeans you swore you’d fit into again someday
new nighties and underwear and fresh towels
folded away in a bag in your closet
just in case you were ever admitted to the hospital
your favourite, well-worn Sunday church shoes
plus the new ones still shiny and spotless in their boxes
pictures from beach trips and parties and birthdays
and embarrassing candid shots
your signature smile or belly laugh flash frozen in each one

— picked to the bone by family and friends
desperate to hold on to a piece of you
even those who never bothered to hold you
while you were still a life

The rest will be thrown into bags and boxes
detritus left outside the gate
to await their own demise

Next you’re a memory
your best moments
in a looping highlight reel
played and replayed at future gatherings
and in dark and lonely hours
to help soothe the pain

Then one day there are no more tears
and slowly you begin to fade
your image disintegrating
drifting away on the wind
swirling around like ashes
returning to the earth like dust

I Will Not Speak My Fears

a poem written under duress

Photo by Barun Patro

I will not speak my fears
lest they become winged beasts
with mighty jaws
talons of steel
and eyes of fire

They will hunt me
crush my heart
lacerate my flesh
and make ashes of my dreams

I will not feed my fears
with dark wonderings
in midnight hours
to shroud my realities
beneath lies of the impossible

No

I will not give them life
I will suffocate them
under the weight of
thoughts and words that are
true, honest, just, pure, lovely
and of good report

For as I think in my heart
so I am
and I think I am brave
and strong
and brilliant
and I can do all things

If I have to eat the fruit of my words
then I prefer it to be sweet
to give energy to my spirit
and health to my bones

And I will spit out the seeds
that will grow into tall trees
to give me shade in my youth
and bear more fruit in my old age

I will not speak fear
for I shall have whatsoever I say
and what I want
and will have
is life more abundant

— for donalee, keresa and kendra

My Day With Marley Dias

I don’t even remember how she first came to my attention, but I’ve been a fan of Marley Dias (pronounced dye-as, not dee-az) for the past two years or so that she’s been in the public eye for her #1000BlackGirlBooks campaign. I often say, not even half joking, that if my own future kiddo isn’t going to be as awesome as this girl or more so, I will not be doing the reproducing. I love bright, bold, articulate, adventurous, confident, proactive kids who seem like they know exactly why they’re here and just go about doing it. I was never that child, and I’m still not that adult, so I’m always fascinated by these prodigies and just want them to teach me their ways.

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#FeatureFriday: Lucet Montgomery Is The Perfume Boss At Shop LueCity

If you’re in the market for a new fragrance, or looking to find your signature scent, then you need to know Lucet Montgomery, aka Perfume Boss. I met Lucet in sixth form at St Jago High. She has always been all things glamorous and fashionable, so it’s no surprise to me that she’s ventured into the business of selling fragrances. In addition to her business, she also juggles motherhood and a full-time job, so she is one busy lady! I added yet one more item to her plate this week, but she came through for ya girl. Check out our chat below to find out some of her favourite scents and why she doesn’t like one of the all-time greats, get fragrance recommendations for spring and summer (Mother’s Day and Father’s Day are coming soon!), learn some dos and don’ts, and much more.

Lucet the Perfume Boss @ WERK during last month’s Women’s Expo at Wolmer’s Boys School

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Does This White Hat Make Me Look Like A Gladiator? A Few Thoughts On Scandal As It Goes #OverACliff For Its Finale

Tonight marks the end of an era as Scandal, Shonda Rhimes’ uber fast-paced, twisty, scandalous drama airs its final episode. Seven or so years ago back when it premiered, you couldn’t have told me this moment wouldn’t bring me to tears (I am very dramatic and I tend to stan at BeyHive levels for the people and things I love). I mean, I was OBSESSED. I was over-the-moon excited about the cast because I always thought Kerry Washington was severely underappreciated, and Columbus Short was too fine for words.

This white dress was a moment, hunny!

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