Two Doors, One Impossible Choice He Shouldn’t Have To Make

On May 30, I’ll be publishing a new book in my series of short story collections. The first in the series was It’s Complicated: Short Stories About Long Relationships. Buy it on Amazon … Or order via Etsy to receive author’s notes on what each story means to me… Or send me a message with your…

Two Hours In The Woods

On May 30, I’ll be publishing a new book in my series of short story collections. The first in the series was simply titled: It’s Complicated: Short Stories About Long Relationships. The next book will be It’s Too Complicated. Click to pre-order a signed copy. Buy my short story collection. It’s available on Amazon … Or…

Under Where 10: After The Great Debate

Him: After the great debate CLICK HERE TO START READING THIS STORY AT THE BEGINNING We didn’t have a phone at home when I was a little boy so I don’t know why Ma used to say it all the time, but she would always say that phone calls late at night mean nothing but…

Under Where 9: Election 2008

Her: Election 2008  CLICK HERE TO START READING AT CHAPTER 1 You only like him because him good-looking. Junior is both right and wrong; no one can say the face on the screen isn’t devastatingly handsome but there is so much more to love about “the young senator from Chicago”. We are in the bleachers,…

Under Where 8: The College Scientist

Her: The College Scientist CLICK HERE TO START READING AT CHAPTER 1 The only thing Junior and I have in common is that we were both born in Jamaica. What happened next is as different as if we were then catapulted to two different planets. Auntie Daph, Daddy’s oldest sister, she filed for all of…

Under Where 7: College Daze

Him CLICK HERE TO START READING AT CHAPTER 1 Twenty-one is way too young to fall in love for the second time so that mushy stuff definitely wasn’t on my mind when I started to hang out with Tracey – first sharing D&G cream sodas in the writing room and then lingering over chili cheese…

Under Where 6: Boy Meets Girl

Her CLICK HERE TO START READING AT CHAPTER 1 At thirteen, I started a magazine. Okay, so it was more like a diary where I collected things that were important to me and arranged them in what looked like an appealing aesthetic. There are artsy magazines that do that now, like FLOW that costs about…

Under Where 5

May 1987 I plan to start my own magazine. I would tell the guys about my plans but they wouldn’t understand. Or care. It’s the last week of school before we break to study for the CXC exams that will end our high school career one way or another so it’s our last week of…

Under Where 4

1987   Me love mi car, me love mi house, me love mi money and ting But most of all, me love mi browning. Me love mi car, me love mi house, me love mi money and ting But most of all, me love mi browning. It is the chorus to a popular song in…

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2017 Outside the hospital is a reed-thin man wearing a porkpie hat atop a wild afro and a sagging, black trench coat, weights tugging at the pockets. He’s playing a saxophone badly, his feet tapping a percussion accompaniment I’ve never heard before and that’s not required now but it’s La Vie En Rose and I…

Under Where 2

Wait… did you read part 1? If not, click to start here   1987 Not far enough into the background, the rooster crows but that’s not the jarring sound that helps me cross over into wakefulness. Get up, you lazy piece o…. I pull the pillow over my head to drown out the rest. I…

Under Where 1

When I heard that my husband was dead, my first thought was about underwear. To be more specific, I imagined myself, not as a widow, but I saw my clumsy orange-sneakered feet standing on a decal at a fancy lingerie shop counter, somewhere a little more exclusive than Victoria Secret but with the same bottled…