The spirit finally moved me to create my backyard garden. I have never experienced a labour of love quite like this before. I give thanks for the hands of my grandmother leading my hands. I give respect to the farmers of the world, and my ancestors. Slave labour has taken on a whole new meaning. Click here for Vegetable Garden: …
The right time to have children
“I am the dream and the hope of the slave.” Maya Angelou I just discovered this quote, and found it extremely touching, particularly because I have been thinking about children recently. I was thinking about how warped my view of motherhood has been. If you asked me a year ago if I was ready to have children I would have …
Free ice-cream from a stranger
I stopped at a traffic light in Centerville, and behind me was a man driving a black jeep; he was peeping at me through my side mirror. I tried to resist his stare, but my glances were slightly uncontrollable. He was beckoning a smile, but I resisted. We both crossed the stop light in single file and drove to the …
Giving birth in the pool in my backyard
My cousin Lisa, mother of four, is one of the most inspiring women I know. She is an African Goddess from Barbados. This is how she gave birth to her last child. In the sacred garden to the back of her home, she filled a large inflatable swimming pool with water. Under the cover of the stars, she assembled her …
The time to give up sex (Part II)
When I meditate it feels like I am connecting with an infinitely expansive chasm inside my being. The deeper I venture into the void, the more I discover about myself. I am completely amused by this ability to explore the depths of my inner being, as if on a treasure hunt. To be able to stimulate myself in such a …