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Body Aches and Moments of Giddying Joy

There’s the idea of today having been better, attributed to a tea drunk last night that El Patron called to his wife to put in front of...

First Day of Farm Work

Not even that plush mattress could keep me in the sunken place past five, when there was mud to play with like Demi Moore in Ghost making...

Reaching out to Organic Farmers in Barbados

The organic farmers of Barbados can be found here. They’re a part of the Organic Growers and Consumers Association of Barbados (OGCA)....

Organic Farms Online Costa Rica

A little luck brought me this profile Vegan Farmstay - Animal Rescue, Sanctuary and Organic Vegan Farm in Central Costa Rica (since...

Barbadian LGBTQ+ Short Story I

I’ve written a collection of LGBTQ-themed short stories , which may be just a little less polemic than being a big-bottomed woman wearing...

Facebook Addiction (the rest of it)

Grabbing my backpack to go through the door to get the bus to Nicaragua, I walked away from this place called Facebook where I felt...

Facebook Addiction

Like any good addiction, I may return no matter how sure I am, presently, that I am better without it. My artistic expression has always...

Wuk up!

I use ‘wuk up’ a lot. Personally, it’s an expression of liberty and pure joy. This is what other wukupologists have to say about it:...

Finding Work After Work

Postponing English School Response This has turned into a type of resting beast I run out from my hiding place to poke. I’ve overcome...

In the Flesh

I stopped posting because other things became priority and I’m not as self-disciplined as you might have hoped (sorry five people who...

‘Forever Now’—Taking Back my Life

Regarding how I want to live my life, I keep changing my mind, but am no longer ashamed of this. I encourage myself not to avert my eyes...

My Student Loan Debt Story

Photo from the Successful Online Plea Growing up Altricial There’s the social expectation of how you should live your life and there’s...

Full of Fears

It is no surprise that I pause and think about walking backwards the way I came: a boy, on a beach in Barbados, fitting his feet into...

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