On the day before the hurricane was due to make landfall, the harbor was silent. In the city and along the shores of the port, the locals scurried along hammering wood over glass windows and cramming cardboard between glass and the outward facing metal bars, but the harbor was still. On the approach to the marina, a few people were visible as they milled about making preparations, but the vast majority of the city’s residents were far more focused on their homes and wellbeing than that of ... View Post
Divinely Created for Mango Consumption
Certain foods just have a complete and very distinct aura that makes them exceptionally unique, I think. For me, one of the most interesting has to be the mango. During my elementary school years, we lived in Kingston, Jamaica. The company house was up on top of Stony Hill, at the very end of a street. I'm still pretty enamored of our address: it was Willow Manor, Willow Run, Kingston, Jamaica. That's probably the best address I'll ever claim! It's an interesting remnant of the sugar ... View Post
The Merits of Life Handbooks & Grandparent Camp
When I was young, we lived in Kingston, Jamaica. Words can't properly convey the true depth of a childhood spent by an American girl in the West Indies. It's a story for another time... or a book. I attended Immaculate Conception Preparatory School, a private Catholic school where I was most certainly a minority in both race and country of origin. I noted, in visiting the website, that the uniforms (white blouses and skirts, blue ties, brown socks and shoes) are unchanged since the 80s. The ... View Post
