Civilized Barbarism

I have witnessed many riots, looting, and just pure disorder in my home country. To someone from the outside looking in, my people might have looked like a generation of barbaric, uncivilized people that lacked the level of intellect required to form a normal working society. I can’t say that I never judged those leading … More Civilized Barbarism

Recalculating

Recalculating In 2015, I packed one bag and moved from my home country to the US. It was nerve wracking moving to a place that is not my own, with no friends, no family at the time, no job and like the Haitian would say, zewo lajan (no money). I was engaged then and soon … More Recalculating

Business as Usual

I don’t know why as I went to sleep on what was the last day of a decade I expected to somehow feel different on January 1st of 2020. Laying in bed that night I felt as though the next day was going to be special. Imagine my disappointment when I woke up and it … More Business as Usual

It’s the Weather

it’s weird, the things that remind you. this time it’s the weather. this weather and that grey sweater he used to hug us in. it’s hanging right there in my closet. my house is even smelling like him. when i take a deep breath in, my heart beats really fast, memories flash. like waking up … More It’s the Weather

Coping

We’re walking to the car. I take a deep breath. There’s nothing to worry about; There’s no reason to stress. I sit down, put on my belt. “I’m okay” I breathe in. “I’m okay” I breathe out. We’re on the road. We’re all fine; he’s driving well. But it’s swelling up inside of me. I … More Coping

We Worship

When I rise in the morning, I worship. When I write or sing, or play my strings, I worship. When the quiet old man works hard with his hands, he worships. When she teaches children day in and day out, without recognition, without pay, without, she worships. When they stay up late to read and … More We Worship

He has a Plan

I grew up in Carrefour, Haiti, a metropolis about 15 miles south of the Port-au-Prince airport. My community is a very vibrant, friendly place. We have the vendor down the road that sells the best macaroni you can imagine, the voodoo priest next door who, despite the intimidating title, is a very kind man, there … More He has a Plan