Screaming is good. It’s no different than sprinting-hitting a punching bag or slamming ones closed fist into a wall. All much better then curling up in bed and throwing a blanket over one’s head. A big part of being reflective; especially during a time of high stress is to not resort to behaviors that will […]Read more "반사 (Reflection)"
I didn’t watch the BET awards. I can’t tell the last award show I’ve watched from beginning to end-however-I’m a highlight watcher. As a lover of all things pop culture-it doesn’t take much to keep abreast with pop culture through the use of Twitter and other social media platforms. Everyone was talking about Tyler Perry’s […]Read more "“Help Someone Cross”-Tyler Perry"
I grew up listening to older Jamaican adults encouraging my sister and I to learn how to cook. “One day, you’ll make a good wife and you will keep your husband happy”. “No one will want to marry you if you can’t cook”, they would say as we dutifully observed and then tried to imitate […]Read more "“Anika-This Tastes Good, You’re Ready to Marry”"
I grew up differently than today’s kids. We were latch key kids. My older sister used to get off the school bus and walk to my school. She would get on an elevator-go to the top floor and pick me up. We’d head down the elevator together hand in hand and walk home. Sometimes we […]Read more "The World of Cassette Tapes, Cabbage Patch Kids and Crack Vials: I’m an 80’s Baby!"
Aside from wanting to practice meditation more, I want to be more mindful of my every waking moment. I have found myself bubbling over with anger at what I perceive as a great injustice. (In reality, most injustices are not worth an iota of my time-but in the moment: I am ready to ponce). […]Read more "Old Miserable Jamaican Lady Syndrome"