journal entry: a Grenada word picture

sixteen january, two-thousand-eighteen tuesday, late “Sometimes I think that I feel too much. But how can I not, after all I’ve experienced, all the people I’ve met? Sometimes the memories, the tiny snippets in my head, the thoughts come crashing – hard – into me, like the waves against the cliffs of Fort Jeudy. That’s what […]

I lived.

Today I lived. As I woke up at 6:30 and stepped outside to smell the Grenadian morning. As I walked down the dirt road we call our driveway, under the cashew tree and past two cows that appear to be unleashed but never leave. As we sped along mountain roads and felt the wind hit […]