Missing

December 2019 has begun with blue skies and Christmas breeze, and with it the start of my birthday month celebration. This is has been my favourite time of year for as long as I can remember, and as I prepare to mark another anniversary of my birth, it is often a time for reflection on …

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Waves

A trip from Kingston to Toronto has a finite beginning and end. Even a longer journey from Jamaica to Sri Lanka or Australia, which has stops along the way,  still has a start and finish. There is only so long that you have to put up with the inconvenience and discomfort of airport security, the …

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Rising…

Last week Sunday, a little after midday, as I was preparing to take a shower, an unusual sight caught my eye. Through the bathroom window, I saw a huge john crow (a Jamaican name for a vulture) flying very low and close to the house. From my perch in the shower, looking out the window, …

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Shades Of Grey

At my mother's house, there is a grey couch that sits in the part of the living room designated for telephone activity. It looks very ordinary compared to the other richly carved antique furniture in my mother's house. If there was a fire and I could only save one item it would be that couch. …

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Lost and Found (part 2)

  Sometime in the first half of this year, we got an unusual phone call at home. It was about 5pm, and I had just come home from work, changed and was settling down to my customary evening cup of tea. The phone rang and my husband answered, It turned out to be Bryte, my …

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Remembering Iris

In these days of  gift registries and wish lists,  giving a gift can become a somewhat soul-less activity. All that is required is for one to go to the appropriate store and choose an item from  the list of stuff that the recipient has selected.  It's not my idea of giving a meaningful gift.  This …

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Moving towards the light

In late 2014, I got a call from a lady who had heard from her former neighbour that I did house calls. The lady told me that her husband had suffered a stroke about a year and half ago, and was bedridden since then. He was due to for a doctor's visit, and a new …

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