Grateful for my health

Health is so often taken for granted. We walk, we talk, we move and we feel ok about it. Without ever thinking about the ones who are sick. I have a friend from high school who have been amputated. At this time  she only has 3 fingers. No foot. And she is still smiling. Each… Continue reading Grateful for my health


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