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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

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Stop Chasing, Let It Come To You!

Lesson Learned One thing I no longer do – chasing people or anything. It was a favourite pastime of mine years ago but after falling flat on my face, bursting my lips and having my face smashed in – literally and figuratively – I stopped. As we continue the conversation about intimate relationships, today’s post is one that was published on one of my former blogs and, with some minor editing and updating, it is shared with you to explore another aspect of this topic. The Chasing Game “You have

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My Living Shall Not Be In Vain

When We Were Young Are you living the life you consciously created? When we were young we were told that we could be anything we wanted if we just worked hard enough. I believed that probably more than anyone and held on to that illusion desperately for longer than I should. My first big dream was to be an archaeologist. I would dig in the sands of the Sahara, uncovering the secrets of ancient Egypt. Even now my heart skips a beat just thinking about that life. I wanted it

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Weaning Is Not Just For Babies

Another Beginning Yesterday was my birthday and most of it was spent with an almost 20 month old toddler, however, that is not the reason weaning was on my mind.  On the eve of my 50th birthday in 2015, this subject was uppermost in my thoughts – how the weaning process is relevant to your and my life. So, instead of a Tuesday Thought© – a short video normally shared on the second day of the week, I thought to republish the following a day after my 51st birthday –

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Love: Look At The Two Of Us

Reflection Last year, we travelled to Jamaica to celebrate my birthday, as well as to introduce my granddaughter to her grandfather and his family. It was a great trip for the most part but being me, it was difficult not to notice the contrasts of life and love. A few days after the big “Hottitude,” the name I gave to my celebratory event, my thoughts turned to the question, “What is love?” Being as we are only 72 or so hours away from Valentine’s Day, it felt right to republish