Include nurse, lawyer, police officer, chef, activist and a whole host of other things. #ilovemymom #kissyuhmoms #thankyou #superwoman

Include nurse, lawyer, police officer, chef, activist and a whole host of other things. #ilovemymom #kissyuhmoms #thankyou #superwoman


MORNING!!! Sharing some #selfie love with yall this morning. Listening to my ‘pick me up’ #music getting ready for the day ahead.#howyalldoing #blessings #xoxo #thetyke #selfiebanton #naturalista #foureyepickney

MORNING!!! Sharing some #selfie love with yall this morning. Listening to my ‘pick me up’ #music getting ready for the day ahead.#howyalldoing #blessings #xoxo #thetyke #selfiebanton #naturalista #foureyepickney


Hmmm…what should I make? #creativejuicesflowing #jewelry #craft #diy Have some events coming up so I gotta look fresh. Y’all know I trying this #girliegirl thing. So #toolbox #beads #brain #letsgetit

Hmmm…what should I make? #creativejuicesflowing #jewelry #craft #diy Have some events coming up so I gotta look fresh. Y’all know I trying this #girliegirl thing. So #toolbox #beads #brain #letsgetit


4000 words! :) Well on the way to the end… #writer #writing #screenplay #short #workhardplayharder #wassupposedtolime #driverforgetmeh #writeinstead #progress #struggleinwriting #comingsoon

4000 words! :) Well on the way to the end… #writer #writing #screenplay #short #workhardplayharder #wassupposedtolime #driverforgetmeh #writeinstead #progress #struggleinwriting #comingsoon


Truth or Dare

The truth of the matter is: I have not been operating in a truly happy state of mind. I have had several temporary moments of happiness, but true genuine happiness has escaped me recently. I am almost certain that I may have been depressed and not known – or recognized – that I was going through that.

I was comfortable being misunderstood, undervalued and disrespected. I gave up on my dreams to help someone else fulfill theirs. The most poisonous of relationships, eating away at my potential, my love and my good intentions giving me an unknown or rather unrecognizable me. A complete façade.

The only way you realize you are in a bad relationship, one that can damage you, is when you are no longer in it. From the outside looking in, you’ll probably want to know what the hell you were doing in it in the first place and why you didn’t get out sooner. When you’re in there, you can’t see it. You’ll stand for the bullshit, you’ll defend the relationship, you will kick and scream at anyone who disrespects and you’ll probably close yourself off from any feedback or criticism. This can be fatal. This can kill joy, hope, expectations, determination, self-worth, belief, love, motivation, and you’ll be left with nothing, but a shell of yourself.

Denial: Nah, this can’t be going on. This can’t be happening. Not to me. They would never do that. They would never say that. I’m sure that was a mistake. (Looking for the best in them)

Anger: That comes with the Realization that yes, it was going on. It did happen and is happening. They are doing and saying what you thought they weren’t. Mistake my ass.

Sad: Tears or anger, resentment, self-pity and remorse.

Acceptance: This is what it is. This is where you stand in the midst of this new knowledge and this is what I’m doing now. Moving on is not optional.

Despite what anyone says, keep YOUR goals, dreams and hopes at the forefront of your priorities. At the end of it all, you are truly all you have. This business is tough and can be even tougher if you are sitting around not working on your dream. Making your desire a reality should be what you’re working on.

Please do not forget to be a good human and please keep in mind that you are not the only inhabitant of the planet.

I dare myself to live my best life after coming out of such toxicity and negative vibes. My shoulders and my head are eased a little as I resurrect my dream.

Dare to join? #letsgetit #underconstruction


Sweet Duke Street

A homeless man sits in a corner with all his possessions in crocus bags singing the Mighty Sparrow’s “Drunk and Disorderly” repeatedly, with a grin of pure ecstasy. He seems not to have a care in the world as the midday sun blazes Duke Street with its rays. A middle aged woman sits in a funeral home’s driveway fiddling through papers, she is clearly flustered and confused as she tries to find something in her stack of paperwork. Her eyes meet mine – eyes that are deep set with mourning – as I continue on my way.

She is certainly not the only woman in this neighbourhood who is, has, or is going to bury a son or nephew. The expectation of our elders, is that we bury them, not vice versa, but every day on this twin island, parents and grandparents, bury their young ones.

Minutes before my walk through the humid city, my students – all in their pre teen years – were discussing quite candidly the shooting death of a neighbour. Ordinarily, children would recap such horror with hesitation, yet these children express this tragedy with vividness and normalcy. Their faces blank of textbook emotion, as they recalled the number of shots and the alleged trajectory of the shooter from an apartment rooftop.

These sweet, darling children “behind the bridge”, full of so much talent and hope that I had the privilege of teaching. Expressive as ever, they demonstrated how the victim threw her baby and an older child, out of danger as she got caught in what was said to be lethal “cross fire”.

Death is common place in these innocent children’s lives, so talking about it, is as ‘normal’ as talking about the weather, or what came for lunch. It is a part of the landscape that makes up the community. A community shunned by the rest of our country, is clearly traumatized and they have no clue. Haunted by ghosts of gang wars past and present.

As I stare into their little faces, I hope I’m not looking at any ghosts that may be swallowed by the intrigue of the gang “life”, or snubbed out by a comrade they grew up with. The future of our devastated nation rests in the hands and brains of these segregated children from ‘behind the bridge’. They face and conquer all odds and challenges, just to show up for school. When will we understand and respect that?