For decades, I believed Man-O-War Cay was immune to the harshness of the world—a little island of peace and purity surrounded by aqua waters and filled with good people. But after Hurricane Dorian, and now returning to witness the aftermath with my own eyes, I’ve come to understand the heartbreak, the trauma, and the unimaginable…
I don’t usually write fiction—but let’s just say this little tale was inspired by something that happened to me on my first trip to the Bahamas. I was a kid, full of nerves and full of ginger ale, and I may or may not have committed a minor bathroom faux pas that haunted me all…
A return to Man-O-War Cay stirred more than memories—it brought back the voices, the smells, the kindness, and the love that shaped my life. In this deeply personal reflection, I revisit the moments that made this island feel like home, the people who never let me go, and the powerful reminder that what unites us…
After years away, I returned to the island that has always held a sacred place in my heart. What I found was a mix of heartache, healing, and the unshakable spirit of a place that still feels like home. I woke up this morning feeling every bit of the travel from yesterday—tight shoulders, a tender…
Trump wants to reopen Alcatraz for his enemies. I say let’s do it—so long as he’s the first one locked up. Donald Trump wants to reopen Alcatraz. Because of course he does. You can practically hear the theme from The Rock blaring in his head as he slobbers over this latest authoritarian fever dream. He’s…
From the people who already learned the hard way, to those who still think they’re. T his is a blunt warning: Trump’s America doesn’t play favorites, and “this could happen to you” isn’t a threat. It’s a spoiler alert.
I’ve always used humor to cope. It got me through heartbreak, illness, and all the usual crap life throws at you. But ever since Donald Trump hijacked reality and made chaos our new normal, nothing feels funny anymore. The joke’s over—and we’re the punchline. I’ve used humor to survive just about everything life has thrown…
We don’t miss what we never had—until we have it. Whether it’s dishwashers, cleaning help, or flying first class, once you’ve had a taste of life’s little luxuries, good luck going back. A funny, honest look at how we’re forever changed by comfort. I’ve been thinking lately about that old tale of forbidden fruit—not…
Governor Tony Evers did his job—and Trump’s goons threatened him with arrest. If that doesn’t chill you to the bone, you’re not paying attention. Let me say this as plainly as I can: What just happened to Governor Tony Evers is not only outrageous—it’s authoritarian rot, spreading from the Oval Office like mold in a…
My brother died alone in an ambulance in Jamaica after a nine-hour delay. I didn’t know how to help him. Now, I’ll never travel—or let anyone I love travel—without adequate insurance again. There are moments in life that divide everything into before and after. For me, that moment came with a phone call I’ll never…
After raising kids in the ’70s and watching four grandkids grow up in four different versions of crazy, I’ve figured out that every decade got something right. So what if we built a kid using only the best parts? Buckle up. The other day, I found myself watching my granddaughter scroll TikTok while doing homework,…
Ever since returning to office in 2024, Donald Trump has doubled down on his “deep state” delusion—firing civil servants, silencing opposition, and weaponizing paranoia. But the only thing more dangerous than the fantasy is the reality of what he’s doing with it. Ever since Donald Trump clawed his way back into the White House…
I’ve spent years carefully avoiding another fall, but today, despite all my caution, I went down—again—right before our long-awaited trip. Same shoulder, same nightmare, different staircase. And all because of what I didn’t see coming. You’d think after everything I’ve been through, I’d have mastered the art of walking down a staircase without incident. And…
My mother swore by the Serenity Prayer, but like most of us, she was better at reciting it than living it. Turns out, learning to let go isn’t about serenity—it’s about surviving life without screaming into a pillow every night. Here’s what I’ve figured out, sarcasm and all. My mother used to throw the Serenity…
Remember when customer service meant something? Me neither. After waiting 40 minutes with an appointment for a COVID shot, I started to wonder if I’d accidentally signed up for a social experiment in human patience. Spoiler: I failed. I’m not sure when it happened—somewhere between the fall of Blockbuster and the rise of self-checkouts—but somewhere…
