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Apr.22.2011
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    Once we are clear the fear and confusion we experience in our life disappears, or even if these things are still present, they no longer whack us like a whip   Clarity like death is decisive. Clarity like taxes is guaranteed. Clarity like the living on the earth is our birthright...
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Apr.12.2011
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Life happens and we grab what chances come our way, or the gifts that fate presents us, which is the genisis of this collaborative book with Egyptian painter, Shayma Kamel. We met when I was on a bi-annual Fulbright to Egypt in 2006, remained connected, then last summer completed our dream to do a...
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Mar.04.2011
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England was a cyst that I wanted amputated. Growing up in Jamaica, as I did, under the colonial legacy, England was referred to as the mother country, a mother who bore no resemblance to me or my fellow Jamaicans and who regarded us, her children, with disdain (in school we were taught Jamaicans...
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Feb.20.2011
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   There are those writers whose works I love to read because each time I re-read them I discover something  fresh, a surprised turning, a joy, a depth, I get a rush and there is greater insight - a feeling of thank you for this gift. Paul Laurence Dunbar's  "A Negro Love Song" does...
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Feb.16.2011
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A writer must write, must harness words and ideas and string them together (an isolated venture) in order to be productive, but a writer must also participate in the life that is being lived (a public undertaking) around her, must often go to it, be in its middle and become a recorder, a witness...
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Feb.13.2011
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The story is worth repeating: I visited Haiti on January 14, a few days after the activities commemorating the 2010 earthquake.  And as luck would have it, Jean-Claude Duvalier, aka Baby Doc arrived two days later and not only stayed in the same hotel, Karibe, where I stayed, but on the same floor...
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Feb.12.2011
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I cheer with the people of Egypt who are kind and inviting, and who welcomed me, December 2006-February 2007, when I was there under the auspices of the Fulbright Center and The American University, Cairo doing research on Egyptian Women Artists. These last 17 days as I watched on television the...
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Feb.12.2011
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I cheer with the people of Egypt who are kind and inviting, and who welcomed me, December 2006-February 2007, when I was there under the auspices of the Fulbright Center and The American University, Cairo doing research on Egyptian Women Artists. These last 17 days as I watched on television the...
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Feb.10.2011
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The truth is, you find what you find when you are ready to receive it, and when it can be of use to you. I am always grateful when I find the root of a story.  I guard it like it's all the wealth in the world.  I keep it in my head and watch it grow.  I continue to protect and conceal it, even when...
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Jan.02.2011
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Imani, which means Faith, completes the 7-day celebration of Kwanzaa, which appropriately coincides with the first day of the New Year, and I cannot think of a more fitting way to begin the new year and usher in a fresh decade than to examine and reinvest in those things on which my faith is based...
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Dec.19.2010
For the first time, my three children and I all reside in different parts of the country, and getting together over the holiday is both a challenge of logistics and a cost factor, but one which I think is worth circumventing. In as much as I think I want to be detached, I know I will never be able...
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Dec.19.2010
For the first time, my three children and I all reside in different parts of the country, and getting together over the holiday is both a challenge of logistics and a cost factor, but one which I think is worth circumventing. In as much as I think I want to be detached, I know I will never be able...
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Oct.24.2010
Every Dog Has Its Day is an aphorism that my mother was fond of saying that I did not understand as a child. I was certainly not a dog, and I could not remember ever seeing any dog has its day.  As usually, I thought she was avoiding giving me an answer. Now, however, I understand what that maxim...
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Sep.25.2010
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I am in Sarajevo, attending the International Poetry Meeting for Peace.  There are fifteen on us poets who are reading, most are from Europe, Luis Rodriquez and myself are the only Americans (and I am waving my Jamaican flag) because we were told The USA Embassy is the only one that refuses to...
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Sep.17.2010

      


     I have known for some time now that if I wanted a change, then I had to leave my old self behind and become somewhat new when I moved.  I have moved many times as an adult, and it is always with a desire for change, to become something else, to expand beyond the familiar,...
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