A Jamaican Beauty- Part 2
by Tricia
Filed under On Relationships
We were alone, my mother and I; my father was never present, and clearly, I idolized her, placed her high atop the throne I’d built just for her. But unfortunately, I did not bring her down to wonderful but flawed human being as I grew to and through adolescence…
A Jamaican Beauty – Part 1
I was twelve when my mother turned forty and started to disappoint me. There is nothing more painful in this life than disillusionment, but it happens to everyone and usually starts with parents.
On Loving Regret
When I was twenty eight, I got my first tattoo. I had no regrets about the first tattoo, nor will I have any about the two new ones I’ve designed and plan to have completed before my fortieth birthday this coming July. Like everyone else, however, I do have regrets…
A Land Enchanted
As a child I imagined the age of forty would find me holding a PhD and having four sons loving me from every corner of my world. I suppose I’m finding out that turning forty is no panacea, no final exorcism of every internal demon…
