feeding time

I am a failed bulimic. I couldn’t ever get the purge part right. I loved the eating part – if it was a food I loved I just wanted to keep enjoying the delicious sensations. I would ignore the protests of my stomach to satisfy mouthfeel cravings.Chocolate, yes. But also Read more…

Reset

Mother Nature has put our collective ass on pause. We weren’t listening when she grumbled and huffed at our disrespect over the past decade. We rallied for a moment after the earthquake in Haiti and reached out as one with a helping hand, but the island was dropped from the Read more…

quarantine self care: a recipe

7 key ingredients you will need knowledge from legit sources like World Health Organization or The Center for Disease Control; also your local city/state/provincial websites will have the most current updates that apply directly to you. EVERYTHING else is second hand speculation and hearsay. rest water healthy whole foods physical Read more…

a story from hair and now

Once upon a time I was a little girl in Jamaica. My most prized possession was a hair styling head – basically a severed doll’s head with the neck sloping into a rubber base that stayed in place as I curled, braided and pinned the medium length tresses into concoctions Read more…

grief and gratitude

10 am Sunday January 26, 2020. A helicopter crashes in Calabassas, California. I am in Toronto stuffing five dollar bills into red envelopes. I double check my head count, there was a pregnancy announcement at the last family gathering, wait that was in November, my numbers are good. The family Read more…

20/20

Perfection is a curse. My father was a draughtsman. He made a career of drafting the engineer’s plans. He was meticulous. He was exact, rendering exquisite works of precision. I loved watching my father wield his pen, whether it was his signature on a check or a calligraphy acrostic for Read more…