Under Where 11: I do… Or do I?

A few months ago, I started a new novel and shared some of these chapters on this blog. I am finally finishing up this project so I decided to start again at the top and release them to you. Over the course of the next few weeks, I will share the entire draft here on…

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 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…

The Only Reason To Advertise

Did you ever wonder why established companies like McDonald’s spend money on advertising? Its not like McDonald’s needs to introduce their company to us. I don’t think there’s a person over the age of three in North America who’s never heard the jingle, or can’t identify Ronald McDonald in a lineup or doesn’t know what the golden…

Black Tie Affair

A few weeks ago, a friend I made through Booktube introduced me to his poetry by sending me his most recent collection for free. I finally read it and wanted to share my thoughts with you. In this collection, Estrada records life as it is lived sometimes amid fear and bravado, through the distorted lens…

On Writing

I am a writer means I have written something before, something you might recognize, or not, might have read, or not. My business card professes that as my vocation. My title, if I had an office, might even have an embossed nameplate that said Writer under my name. I am a writer. Often, you can…