Haiti, my half island

Born and raised in Haiti, everything in me says Haitian. The way I react to music, the way I love Compas, the way I love fried pork and fried plantains with pikliz. (spicy coleslaw). No matter what is happening over there, when I  am in Haiti, I am joyful, I feel home.... My half island… Continue reading Haiti, my half island

Advertisements

Grateful for my couch

I am not very social these days. I like staying alone in my corner. It's not that I have a problem. I just feel comfortable being away to avoid dramas, misunderstandings, or anything that can ruin my peace of mind. And my best friend for the past weeks has been my couch. It knows everything… Continue reading Grateful for my couch