Category: Personal Essays/Memoirs
What do you do when you feel like home is dying? The dollar in Jamaica is .006 of the an American dollar. We think our pennies mean nothing. The moment I set foot out of the vestibule, I can feel the heat.I would come out with my bags and see the line of buses waiting […]
When I look back at myself hollering words I didn’t know, feeling possessed but by something holy, it’s estrangement now. I feel as though I am talking about someone who has my face and my body but isn’t me. Although it is me, it’s just that she’s no longer here.