There Comes A Time When…

You Just Have To Take The Needle “There comes a time when the world gets quiet and the only thing left is your own heart. So you’d better learn the sound of it. Otherwise, you’ll never understand what it’s saying.” ― Sarah Dessen This might come as a shock to some of you but I hate going to doctors and dentists. Strange eh? Especially for someone who took such comfort in being a hospital Chaplain! My resistance to seeing any of these professionals has much to do with a terrible

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Guilt Trap: How To Escape It

Main Course Growing up, there were certain foods on the menus that my mother cooked for us. Some were my favourites.  Ackee & saltfish (when she could afford the latter), curried chicken served with rice and peas and of course, oxtail and beans.  Jamaican cuisine, if I may say so, is quite enticing and these dishes are among the best tasting. However, there were other side dishes on my mother’s menu. The one that would stay on my palate for ages was guilt. Mind you, she was not a Catholic

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Life Gets Better When You…Fill In The Blank

Song On Our Lips Music permeates almost every aspect of Jamaican life. Whether we are happy, mourning, doing laundry or about to riot there is a song on our lips or moving our feet (and hips of course). Contemplating this week’s conversation, the song that came to mind was very popular in the 1970’s. Played most frequently at political rallies and by one of the two contending parties on the island, it promised “Better Must Come!” Derrick Wilson was the artist who made it popular on the island and it

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Turning A Blue Christmas Into A Rainbow

How Many Really Care? Another year and, almost to the day, I am home in pain as I was nine years ago. This time, instead of my head pounding as it was then, it is my back. Sleep was problematic last night. Back in 2007, sleep was not an option for two nights in a row. With the season of gifting on the horizon, my plan to go Christmas shopping is on hold. If the pain eases, maybe it will be possible to go late this evening. Looking back to that

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Choices: They Are Yours To Make

Women Of Influence “You will never make it,” she declared to me. It was as if she threw down a gauntlet and I was no chicken. Too much had already happened in my life by age 18 for me to be otherwise. This was just one more challenge to prove that I was not worthless or destined to live a life riddled with abuse of all nature and types. It was another moment of choices to make. There were too many women of influence in my experience by then. Mrs. Portia Simpson-Miller, a

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Blood Is Not Thicker Than Water

Choosing Family We have many folklore, proverbs and sayings in Jamaican on many topics but the one that is at the centre of today’s edition of our pictorial journey is “Blood,” or family. Visit my Facebook page and watch my Live 5-minute conversation on blood and family at some point. For now though, the saying goes like this, “Blood thicker than water.” A few years ago, an aunt of mine said that to me. I was very quick to disagree with her. See, my “blood” on my father’s side had

Someone Disappeared? Let Them

Gone Forever Searched high and low to find an image of the pen that almost got me the whopping of my life. Just as I searched 45+ years ago to find the one that disappeared. Never found that multi-cartridge pen that my uncle brought back from his stint in the United States. Just as I could not find an imagine of it today on the Worldwide Web. What has not disappeared is the memory of it or the “back siding” my mother gave me. The Pen That Disappeared I was warned

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Naked Before God

The Healing Continues The story continues or, more accurately, it unfolds. Today I share with you being naked – the second part in a series of unknown length, as we continue our conversation about the seven deadly sins and virtues. This part that I chose to call “Naked Before God” is a story I began writing years ago. In fact, it is a story that was so hard for me to think about back then in 2000, that I stopped writing it. I share this part of a half-written story