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The Right Questions

  In the beginning of life was my mother. And my mother was with me. I thought she was God. To us was given a garden. I saw that it was good. Amidst the flowering fruit trees, she was endlessly beautiful. The first killings came by day, heedlessly, later. They...

How To?

Leo waits every morning at the bathroom sink for me to turn the water on so he can drink, immobile, curled up, confident. He knows that I will come, stands up with a purr when I do, stares into my eyes, mews with a low sound that fills his throat. Once he has drunk,...

Grief and Redemption in a Caribbean Memoir

The questions remain: Who are we? Where do we come from? Where are we going? The same issues were addressed when Sigmund Freud advised us that an unanalyzed life is not worth living.In my book, Unseen Worlds, I am however addressing these questions with an emphasis on...

We Are More Than We Know

We are more than we know. The presentation of my memoir, Unseen Worlds, at the Miami Book Fair was scheduled for Sunday November 18th—the Sabbath day of the Lord and the celebrated date of the Haitian Battle of Vertières. My father would always sing on that day, a...

Is a Picture really Worth a Thousand Words?

 One may hear that “a picture is worth a thousand words”—I imagine that “pictures” also encompass photographs, drawings, images, posters, paintings, murals and the like. But if we consider the “picture world” from either side of seeing or being seen, we realize that...

“Don’t Worry, Be Happy”

Happy!   It was the best of times, all of us singularly alive and loved, feasting in a land of immense forests, sunlit meadows, sparkling coves, sandy beaches and clean waterfalls. We were the great immortals! “I will die just once!” Victoria said to me, just...

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