Current Rock of Residence:
Somewhere in the Caribbean
Island Girl Since:
arrived in error, 2011
Originally Hails From:
UK
A frequently regretted, late night, red wine decision resulted in her arrival to the islands. She lives on one rock and commutes to work, by boat, to another rock. Her isolated hillside apartment has unrestricted ocean views. She’s a booty call for a scorching hot Rastafarian. Yet, if you allow her to take off those rose-tinted spectacles, she’ll be the first to tell you – life’s a bitch. If you’re looking for a reason not to live on a rock, you’ll get it from her.
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First World Island Problems with Basil and Zucchini
This year was my first year in Turks and Caicos during Christmas. And every Christmas I make "sort of" homemade lasagna. I also make a yummy zucchini/truffle salad to go with it. This year was different. We were now in Turks and Caicos away from the friends we usually...
Reflections of A Former Island Celebrity
When I was a child growing up in Maryland during the 1950’s and 1960’s, I had dreams of becoming a mega stage and screen star. Back then, Mom worked for a former dancer who opened a dance studio. So from the ages of 5-7, I trained as a ballerina. Then, seeing that...
THE COFFEE QUEST….
“ There is an awful lot of coffee in Brazil……”The Coffee Song of 1976" by Osibisa (YouTube) springs to mind as I am in the starting blocks of my latest story. Yes, after 2 wonderful, freshly brewed, cups of coffee. Beans from…..no, now I need to back up…. We, my...
Never Trust A Price
So, I had to buy a bottle of rum today. Not a rare occurrence, pretty typical actually. "Why is it $38 Theresa? It was $29.99 last week?" "Oh, Meez Vic, it's because itz de last bottle of dat rum on da shelf" "Are you planning on ordering more?" "Oh yez, Meez Vic"...
“SIMPLE JOYS OF POST STORM LIFE”
Seems as if recent climatic events and other disasters seen on TV news reports, have triggered a multitude of residual emotions in me which I thought I had gotten rid of during Irma/Maria Recovery. The following is an excerpt from my published Hurricane journal “TWO...
The Gift
When my husband and I decided to uproot our family from Kentucky- from the only place, people, and life we have ever known- and move to a tiny island in the Caribbean, it was of course met with so many remarks to the tune of "Oh My Gosh, THAT'S AMAZING!", "You are...
