One of the places I love most in all the world is here in Jamaica, in the small corner in the sun where the river meets the sea at Frenchman’s Cove. This is a place awash with memories of family moments. It is also the place where my four year old son first learned to…
Month: January 2016
The Human Moment
I looked out my kitchen window. My daughter was in the front drive perched in an unsteady lean on her bicycle, one foot planted on the ground, the other on the peddle. She was talking with Alex, the young man who sometimes worked in our yard. He stooped down as he listened to her soft…
Silence or the Song?
I travelled on a train over the summer break through emerald rolls of English countryside, drinking in green, soaking up light (albeit fairly dim light compared to Jamaican or Australian sunshine). It had been a long time since I watched the world whirl by me in this way. It reminded me of another train journey I…
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