A Reflection on my homeland Hairouna

When I get homesick I feel it in my belly. Although it’s only been 9 months since my last trip to St. Vincent and the Grenadines, it often feels like years. It’s a strange experience living in the diaspora. Myriads write about it. It’s an inseparable part of being West Indian. We are a region…

The Walk of Body Shaming – A Postpartum Chronicle

Today was hard. After my son was born, I got into the habit of purchasing items for him and only him. My dollar became dedicated to the well-being of my child. Yes. I would proudly admit that I am one of those obsessive parents when it comes to ensuring that my child is taken care…