He can put on his own pillowcases, I fumed, fumbling to fit my own maroon pillowcase over bulging queen-sized bulk. And if anyone says, “I love God,” and hates his brother, he is a liar… Oh! but his words hurt me so, I said in my head as I slammed two clean cases-as hard as fabric can…
He loves Thee too little, who loves anything together with thee, which he loves not for thy sake. -Augustine Ya Mon! Jamaicans do have a way with words. This photo was taken 19 years ago this month. It’s a honeymoon picture. There we were in Ocho Rios: Going Ahead Having Fun. Yes, I was all of 21 years…
A Monday post-mortem on a Friday night fight. We were broadsided. Both of us. A burst of unseemly anger on his part with catty kickback on mine. Provoked by a by a kind question from a friend. I deferred my answer to Jim, he was caught unaware, and the fight was on. On the heels…