Jamaican Memoir

After several months of emailing and intermittent talks on Google Chat, I finally agreed to meet him face to face. We went out for drinks. Drinks turned into lunch. Lunch turned into dinner. Dinner turned in habitual rendezvous, during which we laughed and talked and enjoyed each others company. I was big on bar games, so he taught me Darts …

Dear Steele: When I was in Switzerland, and MSN messenger was just getting big, I remember I would email my boyfriend at the time maybe once a week, and occasionally we would meet online to chat on MSN. If I didn’t hear from him after about a three of four days or maybe even a week after an email or …

Khalil asked her if she was a sensual person. The question seemed odd; she had never contemplated her sexuality in such a way. She thought of herself as sexy, at times, or solid, as many men would call her, but never sensual. Sensual was something she pictured of a woman that expressed a confidence and elegance about her sexuality and …

When we were making our way back from the harbour side, walking through the bush, I became conscious of the fact that we were not walking on solid ground. We were walking on top of layers and layers of fallen leaves and shrubbery that had been compacted over time. With the recent rains, the compost layers were moist and spongy. …

Now on the beach facing the ocean I took a deep breath, inhaling the fresh ocean breeze. I looked to East and could see Atlantis’ celebrity beach not too far away; I looked to the West and there in the distance, beyond the beach, beyond the rocks, was a lighthouse, peeping out from obstruction. The sand was moist from the …