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Blood On The Door (A Hurricane Story)

The blood will be a sign for you on the houses where you are; and when I see the blood Continue reading →

Forgiving Etana

So a week has gone, and maybe – just maybe – tempers have calmed. There are more important things to Continue reading →

Mama D & The PNP

The Funeral Whether Mama D and Mama P ever met, I do not know. I could not say for sure. They belonged Continue reading →

Rules is Rules is Rules! Hopefield Preparatory and the Problem of Hair

Several of us have been keenly following the story of little Zavier Assam, banned from attending Hopefield Preparatory in Jamaica Continue reading →

My Mother Was A Guidance Counsellor

Norman Allen, the chipmunk-cheeked President-Elect of the Jamaica Teachers’ Association has come out in defense of the islands’ guidance counsellors. Continue reading →

If A Gay Man Screams In The Caribbean, And A White Man Isn’t There To Hear Him, Has He Still Made A Sound?

On the Matter of Trees You know of course the philosophical question I am punning on – the tree that Continue reading →

Mel Cooke Misses The Point Again

Apologies if today’s blog doesn’t address as wide an audience as I might usually address. I am talking mostly to Continue reading →

Mel Cooke and the Problem of Point of View

There is a saying in Jamaica – mi throw mi corn, mi nuh call nuh fowl. (I threw my corn, Continue reading →

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