Most of the time I don’t think about it. Other times it’s all I can think about it. And I hate it. We walked into the dealership When the service man did a double take, Like were were aliens in a foreign place. Most of the time I don’t think about it Other times it’s … More Most of the time I don’t think about it.
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
My Savior himself was a Middle-Eastern refugee. Even before his first breath, he had no place to lay his head. The innkeeper wouldn’t give his pregnant mom a bed. His family had to flee from a madman name Herod, who was so insecure that he wanted Jesus, a baby, dead. He was even kicked out of Nazareth, … More Jesus, the refugee
Most people have a certain picture in mind when they think about the Caribbean: nice beaches, mountains, palm trees, deliciously seasoned food, tropical climate, bright colors, island music and fresh fruit to name a few. However, many of the Caribbean countries are also very crowded and the prevalent presence of poverty usually represents the very … More The Pearl Of The West Indies
I learned a lesson about relationships today. Here’s the story: Today, was my first day back in my Haitian hood…Les Cayes. I spend the majority of my summers down here. I love everything about it except for the 4 hour drive from Port-au-Prince. I have my gas station, my market, my cell phone credit guy, … More Gade Kawolin Mesye!
We got up early to drive for 2 hours to catch our flight early on Friday. Unfortunately, this flight was delayed causing Caroline and I to miss our connecting flight and worse, we had to spend the night at a hotel (thank God we did not have children to travel with…yet) which messed up our … More My Home
I’m not a writer, nor do I pretend to be. I am a talker; that’s just what I do. (At least that’s what my wife tells me..) well, I think it depends on the occasion! Most of the time though, I have to admit, I can see the back of my thoughts as they leave … More The Time When I Couldn’t Talk