What I saw in Kamala’s eyes

This morning I watched Kamala be sworn in. The first woman. The first black woman they say... but she’s brown too. The first woman of south Asian descent. But what that means to me... I saw someone with my heritage. Black and brown. I felt it on a personal level. In that way it’s different... Continue Reading →


Everyone is going to be writing about this year. As it draws to an end. Thats not really what I want to write about. I don't think I really ever stopped to consider it all. It was just too overwhelming. As I sit here, dreading my last Boxing Day in retail, picturing trying to avoid... Continue Reading →

my first curry!

Cooking and music became the way through which we harnessed the spirit of where we come from. Watching my mom and my sister in the kitchen, dancing and currying, smiling and laughing, and sharing stories of home, that's where I truly gained a connection to Trinidad, and a way of identifying with my heritage.

race relations 2

I wish it could be as simple as an argument between neighbours, but in becoming aware of my colour, and what that means for me in society, these types of encounters have political, racial and power dynamics that I just can't ignore. In fact I have no other way to experience things because this is the world I live in.

The Past part 1- when you know you should write something, but all you do is binge watch HGTV…

The house is a metaphor for your life, and what we always come back to is the basement, our childhood traumas, the role our parent's played and what they modelled in terms of relationships, our early experiences, and the things we bury so deep we never give a second thought to. All of these things require us to go through the process of healing...

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