There was a time, Markolee took a shower every afternoon at 4:41p.m. He is my time keeper. The child who is waiting at the door at 8:55 when I say I’m leaving the house at 9.
He was seven years old when he scribbled the letters sand-hourglass on his wish list. He almost jumped out…
The first time I tried ordering lunch in Italy last summer, my rudimentary Italian failed me. I had no clue what to say. I pointed to dishes of food behind the glass case and the woman serving me zoomed in on my finger and tried to match it to a dish.
“Si?’ she asked, pointing…
Mama took a rickshaw bus to May Pen Market Thursday mornings and left the men in our house confused about what to feed us. Uncle Gary, suddenly inspired, would stare up at the Island sky, searching fervently for birds. Armored with a makeshift catapult, he aimed, shot, and counted the thuds on the ground to…
Gretchen keeps butter in a dish on her kitchen counter. The butter softens to the temperature of the room and becomes easy to spread over her homemade bread, cheddar biscuit, savory scones, or any other wonderful baked goods she creates. The first time she brought me freshly baked White Chocolate Chip and Cranberry Scones was…