You may have noticed that I have not been writing much recently. This is not because I suddenly decided that I hate writing; far from it. However, for the remainder of this month, my posts may be few and far between. October happens to be Breast Cancer Awareness Month (or, to use its rather clumsy … More “Pinktober”: the warriors, the champions, the supporters in Breast Cancer Awareness Month
My dear friend Petre Williams Raynor has been cancer-free for a year now, and she looks really great, with her usual warm smile. It was a pleasure to meet up with her recently; it meant a lot to me personally, and I thought I would share something of our rather long conversation here. Petre has … More “I am NOT my breasts”: A Jamaican woman’s breast cancer journey
What are you doing on Sunday morning? Well, here’s a very good way to spend it. Lunch and a stimulating talk with the people at ROCK! What a great acronym, standing for the Royal Optimist Club of Kingston – a dedicated group of young Jamaicans, who have been quietly doing some really good work. I wrote … More Dahlia Harris Will Challenge the ROCK on Sunday!
One humid afternoon just before Christmas, we drove down the hillside from the busy junction of Papine, descending into the valley of Elletson Flats, just where the hills meet the city. Smoke curled from the trees and a sound system played somewhere. A game of football was in progress in the yard of the Sir … More The Jamaica Cancer Care and Research Institute: A Much-Needed Focus on People of African Descent
“It’s an ill wind that blows nobody any good.” Well, it has been a windy week and our yard has filled with crackling dry leaves. It’s hard to find anything good blowing for anybody, just at the moment. A terrible tragedy: Everyone has run out of adjectives to describe the murder of three schoolboys and a … More An Ill Wind, Arming Against Corruption and A Guide Runner: Sunday, April 19, 2015
Yes, summer is definitely here. Gusty winds, the sun burning grass, and the birds are frequent visitors to our bird bath. And a huge cloud of Saharan dust blowing across the Atlantic from West Africa… The Petchary – my namesake, and a summer visitor – is snapping at the other birds on the telephone wire. … More Summer Sunday turns to Monday