On Sunday it was day four of Covid quarantine and I was officially bored. I baked cookies, and I don’t bake, it is that desperate. I am used to working, I like working. I want to keep creating and connecting. There is one creation that I have been avoiding, happy to stay disconnected. In June[...]

As I reflect on the past weeks, at war landing in our hearts and on our screens, in our stories and in peoples lives and homes, I am reminded of a war I started. A War with Angels. The story below is an excerpt from my book, A Series of Surrenders ~ A Memoir of[...]

The Room in my apartment felt smaller in the early days of the pandemic. I was thankful for the large windows as I needed the light. My desk was set nice and snug next to one of the windows in my bedroom. As some of us had to, if we were lucky enough to still[...]

The morning of my last full day in Buccoo, on the island of Tobago, I anxiously and excitedly scanned the village for possibilities. My mind’s eye swept over the beach, mangroves, fishing jetty, the sea and the wide sky. I knew that if I gently ventured into magic I would find what I needed. I[...]

It was the third day I had left the house, crossed the grass and made my way to the water. I pushed play on the music and it began to sing in my ears. “God made people like me, to love people like you.” I was pissed at God and all the Angels. The one[...]