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Archive of posts published in the category: non-fiction

do not look for me here

If one day you desire to find me, don’t look for me here. Search for me in the quiet space, that place where only you and I can dwell. There will be no more hunger for my body but instead a hunger for…

the potential for a memoir

One of my advisors a year ago encouraged me to write a memoir based on a writing prompt during one of our residency workshops. He was so enthralled by what I had written within the ten minutes given, he promptly shared his excitement…

the dust that i am

I’ve come to realize over the years that my existence is like a tiny atom/molecule/single celled creature under a microscope; a tiny speck of dust on some distant planet in some distant galaxy, in a possibly distant universe ensconced within another atom filled…

fearless in dusty blue

Writing Prompt: Fearless Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt. Sadly, what I’m about to write is not fiction. It is a very real conversation from a few days ago with a young 20 something who made a most unfortunate…

inside myself

Find me inside myself. Search there. Sometimes I’ll hide behind my cousin who died when I was about 14 years old. Or my sister who died 9 years ago. There you will also find me searching for my grandmother and stepfather, who both…

guest interview: robert van dusen

II’ve decided to allow for a few guest interviews and blog posts from authors interested in a blog tour. Up first is Robert van Dusen, author of several books. Thank you Robert for sharing a bit of who you are with my followers.…

awaken the world within

Writing Prompt: Forward Drive What is the one thing that drives you to wake up in the morning and do whatever it is you do? Is it writing, family, friends, or something else entirely? Possibility. When I think about all the things that are…

jamaica…land of…

There was so much to see on my trip home. The last time I visited my family in Jamaica was around 15 years ago. The land, as expected, was lush in the countryside and weighted down with asphalt and concrete in the cities.…

complex simplicity

As my plane flew over Cuba, bound for Jamaica, I began to feel the pull of a long ago home, one that remembered me more than I could remember it. I landed on over 4,000 square miles of fragile paradise, not knowing what…

in the land of scattered memories

I was pleased to learn that my memoir excerpt was posted to AfricanVoices.com. What a lovely literary magazine. http://africanvoices.com/avblog/in-the-land-of-scattered-memories

goodbye tv

Nearly ten years ago I put my television in the trash. Since that day my life has been an endless string of adventures, enlightenment, awakening, learning and growing. I’ve learned to spend more time living, as opposed to imagining life vicariously through characters…

memory #867

Memories never come in any particular order. So I’ll number mine randomly, in the spirit of the randomness of memory. I was no more than 12 years old. A friend had just come up from Jamaica and had never seen snow before. The…

rethinking the hot and spicy life

I’m somewhat of an odd Jamaican woman. I don’t like things too spicy. Nearly everyone in my family loads their food with everything hot created by humans and I am expected to not only indulge, but enjoy it. After all, what sort of…

second-hand madness

I swear I’m not making this up. I promise you. I must say, listening to the war stories of others is always amusing. Here is yesterday’s war story from a friend in the trenches working at our local Tuesday Morning store. Customer: [shows…

vintage

Today is the past. This moment belongs to the ancestors. Now is the sepia moment; and a thousand years from now many will look back and call this age vintage.

the night sky

The night is beautiful here. The moon seems to be full and only a few sparse clouds speckle the sky. If not tonight, tomorrow night, go outside and look up at the night sky. Let the many millions of stars slowly come into…

book snob

Hands down, I would say I’m snobbish about books. I rarely loan my books to others. When I do, I must be sure, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that the person will in fact read it. Otherwise, they are welcome to buy…

the bookish thing

Ah, the literary-minded witch. From one witch to another, hands down, I would choose to become an obscure novelist whose work will be admired and studied by a select few for decades. I want longevity as a writer. When I see authors such…

the awareness of details

It’s 6:10am. I don’t usually rise this early. This morning felt different, however. I had an urge to get up and write. Through my shaded window I can see the sky turning from a deep dark blue to a light pale blue. The…

looking back in time

I was 15 years old when I took my Junior High School graduation photo. My graduation gown felt frumpy and too large for my frame. I smiled a big smile in that photo and later looked at the proofs wondering why I smiled…

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